Chapter 3
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Zee wasn’t just some new girl trying to fit in. She was a storm wrapped in a soft smile—and Lucas and Ben were slowly beginning to realize that.
They had just stepped outside the bunkhouse, a light breeze brushing past them, but something felt... off.
Zee turned to the boys with a slight smirk.
“So,” she said casually, “is there anything I need to know around here? Cliques, creeps, mean girls with fake tans?”
Lucas scratched his head, trying to stay cool.
“Uh… well, there’s the A-Group,” he said. “They think they run the place.”
Ben scoffed. “Yeah. Arrogant. Annoying. Avoid if possible.”
Zee raised a brow. “Cute. Let’s see if they’re dumb enough to come for us.”
As if on cue, they headed toward the cafeteria—and that’s when things got interesting.
Lucas barely had time to react when—
A stream of water cut through the air… and missed him by inches.
Zee didn’t even flinch.
“Told you,” she said smoothly. “You might wanna step back next time, pretty boy.”
Lucas blinked in disbelief. “You—how did you know?”
Ben looked at the girl holding the cup, frozen mid-prank, caught red-handed.
“You trying to baptize him or something?” he snapped.
Zee crossed her arms. “Who sent you?”
The girl fumbled. “W-well… it was a joke—”
Zee stepped closer. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
“…Okay, fine. It was the A-Group.”
Zee tilted her head, almost amused. “You part of them?”
Without warning, Zee took the cup—and poured the water over the girl’s head.
“There,” she said sweetly, “now we’re even. Tell your little squad to watch their backs.”
The girl shrieked and stormed off, drenched and humiliated.
Ben whistled. “We definitely have enemies now.”
Zee grinned. “Yeah, but we’ve also got each other.”
Lucas couldn’t stop looking at her—not just because of what she did, but how she owned the moment.
And maybe... just maybe, Zee noticed the way his eyes kept drifting.
