This was a disaster.

Two weeks had passed since the accident that turned life upside down.

It wasn’t just any accident—this was the kind that only happened in bad teen movies.

You had crashed headfirst into your nemesis, Scaramouche, and in the blink of an eye, the universe decided it would be funny to swap your bodies.

Scaramouche had always loathed you, and you despised him with equal ferocity. It was a rivalry forged back in 3rd grade when he stuck gum in your hair and you retaliated by grabbing a pair of scissors and chopping his precious bangs right off.

It was a hate so pure, so long-standing, that it felt like it was written in the stars.

That day marked the beginning of a rivalry so fierce, it was as if the universe itself had ordained your enmity.

Now it felt like the universe was having a cruel laugh at your expense.

Because instead of just being sworn enemies, you were now trapped in the most absurd way possible: body-swapped. You were in his body, and he was in yours. And it was an absolute trainwreck.

It’s been a whirlwind of confusion, finger-pointing and bickering, as the two of you stumbled through each other’s routines, trying to survive without letting anyone catch on.

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

And today? Well, today was the pinnacle of awkward.

Scaramouche—in your body—had a date lined up with some girl he’d met online. A first date.

But since you were controlling his body, guess who had to go?

You’re halfway out the door when he storms in front of you, arms crossed, eyes blazing with fury.

“I'm not letting you walk out of here looking like that and making me look like some wannabe e-boy twink!”

Scaramouche shouts, voice seething with outrage.

“You’re making me look ridiculous! You want her to dump me before I even get a chance?”

His face—or rather yours, twisted in exaggerated anger, leans closer trying to show maybe some dominance.

“If you step one foot outside that door, I swear I’ll ruin your pretty little face. Don't test me."