Nina Sam has lived a confined life, locked away with her sisters since she was five-shunned by her father, a ruthless male chauvinist who couldn't stand having a daughter under his roof.
Now, she's stepping into a new chapter at a prestigious girls'...
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"But instead of truth or dare, let's make it dares only. We're not in kindergarten anymore—no truth crap."
Sometimes, I have this primal urge to rip out Mona's hair strand by strand and scribble on her annoyingly perfect face with her overpriced lipstick.
Why?
Because she was not supposed to agree with every idiotic plan the testosterone squad blurts out like it's revolutionary wisdom. Yet here she is, nodding at Shawn like he's not two brain cells short of a functioning adult.
I shoved my irritation into a tight bun of fake smiles and passive-aggressive eye-rolls.
Anyway, homicidal bestie thoughts aside—we started planning the damn trip. Principal Lee, Principal Kim, and their excitement had left the seminar hall, which now looked like the scene of an upcoming social crime.
Every member from both clubs—Sapphire and Teddy Bear—got a sheet and pen to plan our activities. Pairing us off was apparently some sick joke from karma, because I ended up with Namjoon, while his backup dancers circled him like flies.
Perfect.
Emily and Mona were already listing everything out like we were heading to a military base instead of a school trip. I mean, who needs this much structure for a five-day trip?
Step 1: Arrive at the bus point.
Step 2: Check into the hotel.
Step 3: Climb a literal cliff—because clearly, someone thought this was a National Geographic episode.
Step 4: Camp there for four entire days like we've all been trained by Bear Grylls.
Step 5: Hike back down, hopefully with all limbs intact.
Step 6: Site-seeing and fun competitions on the way back—this one was my idea, because someone needed to throw in some normalcy.
But the real mess?
It wasn't the mountain. It wasn't the bugs. It wasn't even Mona's betrayal.
It was him.
Jungkook. Sitting two rows away, smirking like he knew exactly what brand of chaos he was about to unleash.
Our eyes met once. Just once.
But it was all it took to ignite a spark so sharp I nearly snapped my pen in half. His stare was lethal—mocking, dangerous, unreadable. Like he was waiting for something. Like he wanted me to fall apart.
Spoiler: I don't. I burn. Quietly. Loudly. Beautifully. And when I do, I make sure he regrets every second.
While the rest of the club debated the number of tents and the food schedule, I scribbled down "don't stab anyone" in the margins of my paper. Namjoon glanced at me and then at Jungkook. His lips twitched like he wanted to say something but wisely chose silence. Good man.
