𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 | SPINOFF

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

DAMON
LARS

"No way in hell," Stella interrupted, cutting through the conversation with a tone that made it clear she wasn't backing down. "Grayson, tell me you don't agree with our crazy friends right now." We'd been talking about pulling off a prank in a few areas, but of course, the perfect, prestige princess wasn't up for it.

"I kinda do," Grayson said with a grin, turning to Stella. "Come on, princess, one day of trouble won't hurt. You and I have been such good students. Let's ruin our reputation for just one night. What's the worst that could happen?" He was teasing, but there was an infectious excitement in his voice.

Stella crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You guys can do whatever you want, but I'm not getting involved in your reckless plans. I don't want to mess up everything I've worked for."

I stepped in, trying to reassure her. "Stella, it'll be safe. We're not going to let you or the other girls get hurt." My words were meant to calm her, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy to convince her. I glanced around the group and added, "Come on, guys, let's go."

Marcella, standing nervously off to the side, looked hesitant. "You guys could go do it, but I'll stay home. I don't know, it just seems too risky." I gave Marcella a knowing look and grabbed my phone, typing out a quick message to her. You'll be safe with me.

I'd die before allowing anything happening to her.

Avery, ever the one to stir the pot, rolled her eyes dramatically. "Come on, I had to spend an hour convincing Lily. Let's be bad girls for the night, okay? This is going to be fun." She grabbed Marcella and Stella by the arms, pulling them up and grinning like the troublemaker she was.

"Avery, you're always a bad girl." Grayson rolled his eyes. "But it's okay, I support."

Marcella glanced at her phone, reading my message. She took a moment to think it over, then finally nodded at Avery, sending me a look in return. It was a silent agreement, and I could tell she was going along with it despite her reservations.

Alessio, clearly not thrilled with the idea, sighed. "Can the girls not come? Avery, don't do this. You get too crazy when you get caught up in this stuff." His voice was full of disapproval as he shot her a glare.

Avery raised an eyebrow and met his stare. "Do you own me? Are you gonna tell me what I can or can't do now?" She was quick to challenge him, and I could feel the tension between them. Alessio rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. "Don't forget who was kissing you in the locker room yesterday."

I shot a glare at Avery, making her face flush with embarrassment. "Wait a minute. You guys made out and didn't tell us?" Grayson said, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Avery, tell me the details later." His grin was cheeky, but he was clearly amused by the revelation.

Jaxon grimaced and quickly cut in. "No details will be told, that's disgusting," he said, clearly grossed out by the whole thing. "Guys, let's just go. Who's riding with who?" He asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkward topic and focus on the prank at hand.

Avery, with a sly smile, looked at Alessio and then ran over to his motorcycle. She climbed on with confidence, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes as Alessio got on in front of her, carefully placing a red helmet on her head. "Be safe with her, don't go too fast," I warned, though I knew it was a bit futile. Alessio was already ignoring my advice as he revved up the engine. He had gotten the red helmet specifically because it was Avery's favorite color.

Stella, as expected, wasn't having any of it. "I'm not riding on a motorcycle. No way," she said firmly, shaking her head. But it wasn't up for debate. Grayson grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the bike. "Nooo! Please, not that!" Stella tried to wiggle free, but Grayson was already dragging her toward the motorcycle. "I'm wearing heels!"