❝Why do always call me Cherry?❞
❝Because your lips taste like Cherries.❞
When teenage supervillain Havoc stands up to the head of the League of Villains, Colby Madden's family is forced to change their identities and relocate to a sleepy Texas subur...
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𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 Amy and Hartley outside the Round-Up, the afternoon sun blazing against the glass windows as people came and went with trays of food. She handed a flyer to a passing couple and flashed her brightest smile.
"Hey, folks! Check out our band, Mad Hart! We'd really love your support," she said. Her voice was cheerful, warm, and just loud enough to be heard without being annoying.
Amy stood beside her with a stack of flyers folded under her arm, shoving them toward customers with far less grace. "Go online and check out our band Mad Hart," she announced bluntly to a guy wiping barbecue sauce off his chin.
Hartley added quickly, "The Round-Up's Anniversary Show is this Friday, and whichever band has the most followers gets to perform. So if you like us, give us a follow?"
The man stared at them blankly, shrugged, and walked away.
Aveline sighed. "Okay... that's a no."
Amy didn't miss a beat. She leaned over the guy's table and snatched his food right off the tray. "Follow us or you don't get your food back."
The guy blinked, confused and irritated. He pulled out his phone, tapped something, and the notification beeped loudly. Amy handed the food over with a smug smile. "Enjoy your meal."
Hartley groaned. "Amy, you can't be aggressive with the customers."
"Why not?" Amy shot back. "It's working better than your method."
Aveline tucked a stray curl behind her ear and tried to stay positive. "We've gotta find a way to get people to follow us without terrorizing them."
"Oh! Maybe I could turn up the friendly." Hartley straightened, pushing her shoulders back. "Wait... this goes up?" she said, turning the brightness dial on her fake persona. She turned to the next customer. "Hi! Want to check out our—"
Her smile faded instantly when she saw who was approaching.
"Gem," Aveline muttered under her breath, her mood dropping like a rock.
Gem strutted toward them in a shimmering outfit like she was walking down a runway, not across a food court. She twirled one of their flyers between her manicured fingers.
"Flyers," she said with a dramatic sigh. "That's cute. Really. But I already have way more followers, so you're wasting your time. Not that I don't enjoy stepping on your faces."
Aveline raised an eyebrow. "Who hurt you?"
Gem ignored her completely. "I'm already up to a thousand followers. My parents chartered a plane to fly a banner with the link to my music video. And tomorrow we've got a skywriter. I'm going to own the sky." She winked cruelly. "Later, haters."
