After losing a bet, the 141 had to come up with a punishment for Aleena. Accepting her defeat with a resigned sigh, she agreed to go along with whatever they chose—no matter how bad it was.

Ghost, standing off to the side with a smirk hidden beneath his mask, was already coming up with all sorts of punishments for his girlfriend. Most of them, however, were far from PG, and with the others around, he decided to keep those ideas to himself.

Jenna, who had nursed a not-so-subtle crush on Ghost for a while—and despised Aleena for being the one to have his attention—saw an opportunity. With a devious glint in her eyes, she stepped forward.

"Hey, Aleena, we dare you to dye your hair neon red," Jenna announced, her voice laced with fake sweetness.

Aleena opened her mouth to protest, but the rules were the rules. A bet was a bet. Begrudgingly, she agreed.

The next morning, as she walked out of the salon with her hair a vivid, fiery red, heads turned. Conversations stopped. Even Ghost, who rarely showed much reaction, froze in place. His eyes widened beneath his mask, taking in the bold new look. His jaw nearly hit the floor—

And it was clear, from the heat in his gaze, that he absolutely loved it.