❋ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 ❋
Ander Muñoz wandered off too far one drunken night. And stumbled upon Reina Velásquez, a raven-haired mystery who goes to a rival school. From then on, competitivene...
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Reina exhaled in great exasperation as she stared at her walk-in wardrobe. This was a major catastrophe – despite the impressive expanse of the wardrobe, she had no idea what to wear.
Saturday had come around quicker than Reina had anticipated. She was the slightest bit nervous, if she were to be honest with herself.
Because of Matteo, of course.
Even though it was pretty much a sure-fire win for him later today, it was still undeniably a dangerous challenge for anyone.
And it had been raining the night before, so the trail would have some very slippery parts. She hoped Matteo remembered; he'd been on that trail several times before with her.
"Come on, Reina. Just pick an outfit and get going," she muttered to herself as she checked the time on her phone. Noel was driving and giving her and Matteo a lift. He should be arriving in less than ten minutes.
Reina's hands deftly went through her wardrobe collection, pushing one clothes hanger down the rail after another. At last, she settled on her favorite dark blue denim jacket, a moss green flannel shirt and black jeans.
And for the final touch, Reina reached for the jewelry box containing her rings. Lately she had been obsessed with her black vintage Alhambra ring from Van Cleef & Arpels.
A frown formed on her eyebrows as she continued to rummage around the jewelry box, unable to find the clover-leafed ring.
When was the last time she'd worn the ring? Could it be...
"Oh no," Reina whispered her thoughts out loud. "Shit, no."
She recalled now. She'd been wearing the ring last Sunday, when she met up with Omar for her weed supply. And then bumped into Ander. And then dropped by his house.
As if on cue, a previously buried memory surfaced from the depths of her mind – the memory of removing her ring and placing it on Ander's study table, before she tucked into her pizza. Did she put the ring back on before she left? It didn't seem so.
Good job, Reina. Now you have to contact Ander if you want your ring back.
It wasn't that Reina disliked interacting with Ander, no. In fact, his messages would even make her smile sometimes. For some weird, inexplicable reason.
But now that the rivalry between San Patricio and Las Encinas was heating up and the dare game had gone into full swing, it would be foolish for Reina to have any affiliation with Las Encinas students.
If Matteo or any of her friends ever found out, what would it to her reputation? She would lose reign of her school. And that was unthinkable.
But on the other hand, this particular ring wasn't exactly replaceable. It had been a sixteenth birthday gift from her mother, who had inherited the ring from her grandmother.
