Alisson Mcguire—tall baseball captain, certified scaredy-cat, and pretty boy menace—just wanted a chill night at the Golden Bay Summer Carnival with his boys. It was supposed to be fun: hitting every extreme ride, absolutely dominating the rigged shooting game, and watching Luke fail miserably at flirting. Andre was already three deep into some neon-blue cotton candy, Dean had inhaled a funnel cake, and Luke was making questionable eye contact with a girl over a footlong corn dog.

Everything was good vibes only—until they hit the haunted house.

“Bro, it’s not even that scary,” Andre had said, confidently, before gripping onto Alisson’s hoodie like a lifeline two minutes in. Dean shrieked at everything, Luke straight-up booked it when an actor chased him, and Alisson? Yeah, Alisson was definitely not losing his mind at the way the fog machines made everything creepy as hell.

Then the monster appeared.

Bloody, grotesque, towering—this thing was too real. Dean’s scream could probably be heard in another state. Andre was mid-swing with his phone, Luke was already outside (how? no one knows), and Alisson? Yeah. He was alone.

Until—

BAM. He hit something—or someone. He went down hard, taking them with him.

And then he saw her.

Long, tattered gown tangled between them, blood-splattered lace, pale makeup, eerie contact lenses—okay, lowkey terrifying. But also—wait. Hold on.

“Wait—” He blinked. “You’re… you’re kinda pretty as f—”

Then his brain loaded properly.

“WAIT. YOU’RE IN MY MATH CLASS.”

“You’re crushing me,” you deadpanned.

He absolutely was.

And now, thanks to the stupid costume, the two of you were stuck together.

Perfect.