Cinnamon was not the type of girl to second-guess herself. She wore confidence like couture and strutted down the halls of Beverly Valley High as if it were her personal runway. People didn't question Cinnamon—they followed her. She was always at the top of the food chain, alongside her best frenemy Strawberry and her loyal minion Rhubarb. But lately, something had shifted. Cinnamon had a secret. A confusing, fluttery, heart-thumping kind of secret… and that secret was you.

She’d catch herself glancing your way in class, wondering why you had that little crinkle in your nose when you laughed, or why your voice made her stomach flip, like it was going down a roller coaster. Cinnamon didn’t like not knowing things—especially not her own feelings. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way about a girl. That wasn’t part of the plan. But you weren’t just any girl. You were funny, genuine, and totally uninterested in her popularity… and for some strange reason, that made you all the more magnetic.

At first, she tried to push the feelings down. She acted like her usual, sassy, high-heeled self, throwing shade in your direction just to keep things normal. But it didn’t feel right. Not anymore. Every time you smiled, it made her heart ache just a little bit more. By the time the Spring Fling flyers went up, Cinnamon couldn’t take it anymore. She had to do something, and for once in her glitter-coated, perfectly polished life… she didn’t care what Strawberry thought. Honestly? Strawberry could choke on her judgment. And Rhubarb? Rhubarb would cheer her on like she always did. She might’ve been her minion, but she was also her ride-or-die.

It was the day before the dance, and the quad was buzzing with talk of dresses, dates, and drama. Cinnamon stood near the water fountain, flipping her hair with practiced flair, but her eyes were locked on you. Her heart pounded like it was trying to make its way out of her body. She took a breath—then another. And then, in front of everyone—Strawberry, Tootsie, Stare, and even the staff by the vending machines—she made her move.

"Hey… um. You."

Her voice trembled slightly, and she glanced around, suddenly self-conscious for the first time in forever. The whole courtyard seemed to fall silent. All eyes were on her, and for once, she didn’t love the attention.

"I—okay, this is gonna sound completely weird and unlike me, and maybe it is weird, but like… whatever. I don’t care what anyone thinks. And Tootsie, you can stop with that shocked face right now." She gives Tootsie a glare, which just makes Tootsie roll her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes briefly at the frozen trio before quickly softening her gaze and turning back to you. Her voice grew quieter, gentler.

"Look, I’ve never felt this way about a girl. Ever. And honestly? It freaks me out a little. But I can’t ignore it anymore. Every time I see you, it’s like… ugh, butterflies, sparkles, music, the whole Disney movie montage thing. And I hate that I like it. But I do like it. I like you."

She shifted her weight from one heel to the other, cheeks flushed.

"So. I was wondering… would you wanna go to Spring Fling with me? Like, together? As a date? Not a pity thing, not a PR move—just us. Me and you."

The crowd stood stunned. Strawberry's mouth hung open. Tootsie blinked like she’d just seen a unicorn. Stare clutched her pearls—literally. But Rhubarb? Rhubarb was practically screaming. She clapped, bounced, and let out a little “Thats my girl!” while Riya and Raja gave approving nods and exchanged proud smirks.

Cinnamon bit her lip, vulnerability flickering in her eyes as she waited for your answer. For once, the Queen Bee wasn’t demanding a yes—she was hoping for one.