𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒙𝒍𝒊𝒙. the underdogs

chapter forty-nine:
❛ the underdogs ❜

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Arizona walked into the school building with an air of calm confidence, flanked by Tory, Robby, and Miguel. The four of them moved like a team, their footsteps echoing faintly as students parted to let them pass. It was clear that their presence together carried weight, a reminder of who they were and what they'd accomplished.

Miguel adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, glancing at the others. "Y'all think there's any chance we don't make it in the top seven?" he asked casually, though there was a hint of nervous curiosity beneath his tone.

Tory scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk. "Maybe when hell freezes over," she joked, her voice dripping with confidence.

Arizona giggled softly, her laughter like a gentle breeze cutting through the seriousness of the conversation. "Let's just hope there's not a tournament category for humility," she teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as she looked at Tory.

"Oh, come on," Robby chimed in, his voice steady and self-assured. "We've got two All Valley champs and two runner-ups. I think we're doing alright."

As they moved further down the hallway, Arizona's gaze flickered ahead, catching sight of someone familiar. Dylan. He was walking alone, his head down, preoccupied with something in his hands. Arizona slowed her pace, her expression shifting to one of curiosity.

"I'll see you later, okay?" she said suddenly, turning to Miguel.

Miguel blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

Arizona smiled softly, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "I need to talk to Dylan." Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel and started walking in Dylan's direction.

Miguel frowned slightly, watching her go. "What's that about?" he muttered under his breath, glancing at Tory and Robby, who both shrugged.

Arizona caught up to Dylan, her sneakers making little sound on the tiled floor as she fell into step beside him. "Hey, Dylan," she called gently.

Dylan turned, startled for a moment before recognition lit up his face. "Oh, hey, Zen Master," he greeted, giving her a lopsided grin.

Arizona chuckled, shaking her head at the nickname. "You're never going to stop calling me that, are you?"