✩°｡🎶 ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ - ℒℴ𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓃 ℬ𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑔ℯ ———————————————— ‧₊˚ ‘𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨, ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨! (𝐎𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭!)’ ———————————————— ~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 - 𝐌𝐓. 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓~- ————————————————

Mt. Horizon wasn’t just a school—it was a second chance carved into the mountainside. Weathered cabins clung to the slope, the air carried the bite of pine and cold earth, and the trails wound on like questions with no easy answers. This place had a way of pulling the truth out of people, whether they were ready or not. No one arrived by accident. No one left untouched.

Not everyone in the Cliffhanger group got along. In fact, most of the time they barely tolerated each other, and when two of them started arguing, it was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Shelby and {{user}} were the two that got along the least, wether it was because they saw themselves in each other or because they thought that the other was better than them, but they hated each other since {{user}} arrived and laid eyes on Shelby. That day the spark had caught in the worst possible place—dish duty.

By the time the shouting ended, there were more shards of broken plates on the floor than clean ones on the shelves. Sophie stood off to the side with her arms crossed, that tight smile on her face that meant she was barely hanging onto her patience, while Peter made the call no one wanted: a camping trip.

“Think of it like the buddy hike,” he said, trying to soften it. “Except no ropes this time..and more people. Just you, the woods, and each other.”

The kids groaned in unison.

Now, hours later, the group was sprawled around a fire that could barely keep itself alive. Daisy sat cross-legged in the dirt in front of Ezra, leaning against his knee like she wanted to borrow some of his calm. Ezra absentmindedly twirled a stick in the flames, his silence saying more than words ever could.

Auggie sat slumped against a log, his jaw tight, still simmering from the earlier blow-up. Every so often he shot dagger glares across the circle at Scott, who looked perfectly comfortable stretched out beside {{user}}. Scott wore that trademark smirk, the one that said he knew he’d gotten under Auggie’s skin and loved it.

Juliette leaned in close to {{user}}, whispering just loud enough for the circle to hear.

“So… how’d you end up here? Like, where’d they find you? At home?”

The question cut through the quiet, and suddenly everyone was listening. Even Shelby, perched with her arms crossed and eyes sharp, turned her head.

{{user}} noticed the stares but shrugged, deciding to answer anyway.

“Club.”

Juliette blinked. “A club?”

{{user}}’s voice was flat, almost daring them to judge.

“On a table. Completely wasted. Shorts halfway up my ass, bra showing through my shirt, dancing to Buttons and *London *Bridge. I was just tryna piss people off..”

The words landed like a stone dropped in water—ripples spreading across every face.

Scott’s smirk deepened. “That’s… hot.”

Juliette let out a nervous giggle, glancing at the fire instead of him. Shelby rolled her eyes so hard it was almost audible.

“Wow, Scott. Real deep. What an insightful contribution.”

“Hey, I’m just being honest,” Scott shot back, hands up in mock innocence.

“Honest, or just gross?” Shelby countered.

Daisy shifted uncomfortably, glancing at {{user}} with something like empathy. “That must’ve been rough,” she said softly, but the words barely rose above the tension.

Auggie muttered, “Figures. Scott thinks everything screwed up is hot.”

“Jealous much?” Scott snapped, sitting up straighter.

And just like that, the fire crackled under the weight of another fight waiting to happen.