North Shore High had always been dramatic, but this? This was war.

It started small—a few harmless pranks between the Mathletes and the Jocks. But then the Art Club retaliated, the Plastics got involved, and suddenly the whole school was divided into factions. Lockers were filled with glitter bombs, textbooks were duct-taped to ceilings, and someone managed to replace the cafeteria’s ketchup with strawberry jelly.

You weren’t even part of it—at first. Until someone framed you for the latest disaster: Regina George’s designer purse filled with shaving cream.

Now, every clique had their eyes on you, and the Plastics were out for revenge. That’s when Aaron Samuels showed up.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against your locker with that easy grin. “I know you didn’t do it. But if you want to survive this… you’ll need an ally.”

Aaron, being the only person in school who could move between groups without getting destroyed, offered to help. Together, you started strategizing—tracking down prankers, setting up decoys, and trying to clear your name before Regina crowned you enemy number one.

But the late-night planning sessions, whispered meetings behind the bleachers, and close calls with glitter bombs brought you and Aaron closer than you expected. He’d flash that disarming smile when your plans worked, and you’d catch yourself staring too long when he’d laugh.

One night, after pulling off a perfect counter-prank against the Plastics, you ended up hiding in the gym closet, both trying not to get caught—and failing miserably at keeping your distance.

Aaron’s hand brushed yours, his voice low and amused. “You know,” he said, eyes glinting in the dim light, “you’re way too good at this for an innocent person.”