❝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 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 the front doors of Valley View High, dragging her feet in a way that only someone seriously exhausted could manage. Her lavender hair was tied back in a loose ribbon, strands slipping free as if even they were too tired to stay put. She muttered something incoherent under her breath, her eyelids heavy with the leftover fatigue of a night spent practicing choreography and rewriting lyrics.
Beside her, Amy and Hartley burst into the hallway in a whirl of loud laughter. The two of them practically stumbled into Aveline as she forced a weak smile, their giggles bouncing off the lockers.
Amy could barely breathe, holding her stomach as she wheezed, "Oh my gosh... Hartley, stop! I can't— I can't even—"
Hartley wiped tears from her eyes. "I'm just saying, I've never seen someone run for the trash can that fast. Mr. Fuentes practically dove like it was the Olympics."
Aveline blinked, confused. "What's so funny?"
Amy threw an arm around her. "Okay, so our Spanish teacher, Mr. Fuentes, got food poisoning and puked all over some kid in class—"
Aveline winced. "Amy—"
"—and then that kid puked on another kid which made that kid puke, and then—"
"Stop," Aveline whispered, covering her mouth. "Please. I'm tired and that is absolutely disgusting."
Hartley shook her head. "Exactly! I said that. But Amy decided it was the funniest thing that's ever happened."
Amy tried to defend herself between laughs. "It was Sloppy Joe day! It's comedy!"
Aveline let out a long sigh. "You're all deranged. I need a nap."
Hartley brightened suddenly, unable to hold the news inside her any longer. "In less gross news, I just became head of the School Dance Committee!"
Aveline lifted her head, the exhaustion softening for a moment. "Wait... seriously? That's amazing. You've wanted that since forever."
Cole Hallway traffic moved around them as Hartley beamed with pride. "I know! The Round-Up let us rent the whole venue. No smelly gym socks. No crusty banners from 1993. It's going to be perfect."
Amy made a face. "I still think dances are lame. But hey, good for you."
Hartley smirked. "Lame or not, I plan to make this dance magical. Confetti cannons. Fairy lights. Possibly a mechanical bull—"
Aveline blinked slowly. "Please don't make me dance near a bull."
Before Hartley could respond, a voice called from behind them.
"Hey! Hartley!"
They all turned to see Jake hustling down the hallway, breathless and hopeful.
He skidded to a stop. "I, um... I want to join the dance planning committee."
