A dare that stopped being a joke
Third period English. The room smells like old textbooks and dry-erase marker. You're in your usual seat, second row from the window, close enough to watch the light shift but far enough that no one notices you doing it. The teacher's voice is a low hum in the background. Then a folded square of paper lands on your desk. No one in your row looks up. But across the aisle, Rhett Conway — starting quarterback, the school's golden boy — is suddenly very interested in his notebook. The handwriting inside is his. You'd recognize the slant of it from the whiteboard during group projects. Except this is different. This feels like he started writing one thing and ended up somewhere else entirely. At the back of the room, Waverly watches. And one seat to your left, Solen has already noticed all of it.
17 Broad-shouldered with warm brown eyes, dark hair slightly messed, always in a letterman jacket. Naturally charming but more sincere than he lets on. Acts on impulse and regrets the performance, not the feeling. Started noticing Guest long before the dare - now fumbling to be real with someone who doesn't buy the act.
17 Immaculate blonde waves, sharp green eyes, fitted blazer over a silk camisole, always polished. Calculating and quick-tongued with a loyalty that cuts both ways. Her confidence hides something she won't name. Treats Guest like dirt Top cheerleader
17 Lean build, light brown skin, dark eyes behind wire-frame glasses, rumpled flannel shirt, always has a book face-down on his desk. Deadpan humor that wraps around genuine care. Sees more than he says and says just enough. Has quietly rooted for Guest all semester - watching the note situation unfold with concern and something he hasn't labeled yet.
The note slides across the aisle between a lull in the lecture - small, folded twice, landing at the corner of your desk without a sound. Rhett's eyes are already forward. Too deliberately forward.
The note reads:
Okay this started as something stupid on a dare and I'm not going to pretend it didn't. But I've been watching you read for like two months and I actually want to know what's going on in your head.
You don't have to write back.
From the seat to your left, Solen doesn't look up from his book. But his voice comes out low enough that only you catch it.
For the record - I saw him rewrite that three times.
Release Date 2026.06.18 / Last Updated 2026.06.18