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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"OH MY GOD, HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!" Nina screeched, flying out of the tent like it was on fire, shoving every poor soul who dared block her dramatic escape route.
"DISGUSTING SH!T!" Her voice echoed through the camp like a damn war cry.
Inside the tent, Jungkook was still glued to the floor, his brain buffering, eyes wide, lips parted, hands still slightly raised like he was expecting her to come back and slap him with a sandal.
"You okay, my Brotha?" Elijah tried not to choke on his own laughter as he helped him up.
"Shut up," Jungkook muttered, his jaw still loose and his dignity missing in action.
Meanwhile, Nina was on a mission to erase history. She staggered toward the makeshift lavatories as light rain began to speckle her hair and shoulders—a drizzle that had started subtly a while ago and now draped the mountain like a soggy veil.
"I need to cleanse my mouth," she gagged, horrified, as the girls rushed behind her, trying not to trip over their own sandals in the muddy path.
"Nina, calm the fuxk down!" Mona giggled through gasps, struggling to keep up.
"You both—stop giggling like deranged pigeons!" Nina spun on her heels, nearly slipping, glaring at Mona and Emily in sheer disbelief.
"What are you even laughing at?! Nonsensical rascals..." she barked, practically foaming.
"You're gonna hurt your ankle again if you keep stomping around like a baby rhino," Emily warned, grabbing Nina's wrist to steady her.
But Nina was already gagging again, head tilted back dramatically like she was starring in a tragic musical.
"Okay—kiss me, and you'll forget him," Mona chirped.
"What?!"
Before Nina could scream, Mona clasped her face and smooched her, full-on and fearless.
Emily gasped. Nina screamed inside. And Mona? Mona pulled away after five whole seconds looking like she'd just secured a spot in heaven.
"MONA!" Nina shrieked. If steam had a volume, hers was at full blast. "You unhinged, goddamn gremlin!"
"You better run..." Emily sighed, watching this mess unfold like she had seen it all before.
Mona, giggling like a maniac, did run. She ran like her life depended on it—because it literally did.
"You better run! If I catch you, you are so DEAD!" Nina's rage echoed across the wet camp as she limped after Mona, hell-bent on revenge even with a half-broken ankle.
The rain picked up, just a bit more now, a soft, steady rhythm against the tents. The mountain air was thick with humidity, wet grass, and teenage chaos.
