❝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 & 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 in the Round-Up line, inching forward slowly behind two girls who were clearly living for drama. One had pink braids, the other wore sunglasses indoors — a bold, chaotic choice.
"I swear," Pink Braids whispered loudly, "this woman totally cut the entire line. Just walked right in front like she was Queen of the Round-Up."
"Dead serious," Sunglasses said, flipping her hair even though it got caught on her earring. "She said she 'doesn't do lines.' Who does she think she is?"
Aveline almost snorted. "That was Eva," she said casually, stepping around them, tugging Colby's wrist so he followed. "She does that everywhere. Trust me."
The girls froze and looked at each other, then back at her. "You KNOW her?"
"Sadly," Aveline replied, sliding past them smoothly. "And she will absolutely cut you again. Count your blessings."
Colby stifled a laugh as they skipped ahead. "You're terrible," he whispered.
"I'm honest," she corrected, patting his chest. "There's a difference."
By the time they reached the counter, the smell of sizzling meat and sweet caramel drizzle filled the air. Aveline ordered her fries and a milkshake, and Colby ordered enough food for a small army. They carried their trays through the noisy crowd, dodging Daisy the line-dancer who always spun without warning.
Amy and Hartley were already at their usual table — a round booth that was falling apart on one side but still somehow the best seat in the place. Jake was next to them, eyes darting between his burger and his own thoughts.
Aveline slid in first, Colby right beside her. "You guys would not believe the line," Aveline said, pulling out a fry. "Eva cut two girls so dramatically I think they're traumatized for life."
"That sounds about right," Hartley sighed, taking a sip of her soda. "Classic Eva."
"Classic Aveline for calling her out," Colby added, nudging her.
Jake suddenly leaned forward, eyes shining with excitement. "Guys, guess what happened."
Amy didn't even look up. "Let me guess — another one of your nose hairs escaped while you were serving tables?"
Hartley groaned. "Jake. Please. Your genetics are a public hazard. I found one in my tortilla soup once."
"Some people think it's good luck," Jake muttered defensively.
Aveline made a face and slid her milkshake a little farther away from him, just in case.
Jake huffed. "I'm not talking about my nose hairs! I'm talking about the craziest thing I've ever seen."
