*Ariana's POV*
The darkness surrounded me again. Cold. Empty. I couldn't see anything—just a void I've known since I was ten. That was the year they told me I had an accident… and lost my memory.
In the dream, I was always alone. No sound, no voice… until today.
A distant growl echoed. Then a flash—sharp claws, glowing eyes… and a whisper, *"You're not ready yet."*
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
My eyes flew open. My hand slapped the alarm clock on my bedside table.
I gasped, breathing hard, drenched in sweat. "Just a dream," I whispered. But it never felt *just* like a dream.
I glanced at the clock again. *6:30 AM.* It was Monday. *First day of school.* Crestwood High.
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I groaned and sat up slowly, wiping my forehead. "Perfect start to school," I muttered. "Creepy dream and a heart attack."
I jumped off my bed and went straight into my morning routine. Shower. Skincare. Light makeup—just enough to highlight my pretty, sleepy face.
Then I opened my wardrobe and pulled out my brand new uniform.
*Crestwood High Uniform* was definitely giving "baddie elite" vibes. A fitted white button-down tucked neatly into a *short navy-blue pleated skirt*, hugging all the right places. *A matching blazer* with a school crest stitched in gold. *Long white socks up to my thighs*, paired with chunky black shoes.
I looked at myself in the mirror and whistled low "Damn... every uniform I've ever worn just got humbled."
I twirled a little and grinned at the sight of my *dimples* in the mirror. "They're not ready for me."
By the time I was done, it was 7:40 AM. Just in time.
I grabbed my bag, sprayed my signature vanilla body mist, and walked downstairs. The smell of *bacon and eggs* slapped me in the face the second I stepped into the kitchen.
"Good morning, beautiful," Mom said, already plating up.
"Smells like heaven," I said, kissing her cheek and sitting down. My stomach growled like I hadn't eaten in days.
She placed the plate in front of me. "You're going to need your strength today."
Before I could even answer, a *car horn* beeped outside. Ugh. Blaze.
My mom smiled mischievously. "Your charming driver is here."
I rolled my eyes and stuffed more egg into my mouth. "Charming is not the word I'd use."
She just laughed.
"Good luck, my love," she said, hugging me tightly as I stood to leave.
I nodded. "Thanks, mom. Pray I don't strangle anyone today."
She grinned. "No promises."
With my bag slung over my shoulder, confidence on my face, and the memory of that damn dream still crawling in my chest—I stepped outside.
Time to conquer Crestwood. Alright! Here's that scene written with vivid detail, emotion, and a touch of sass:
I stepped outside the house and my steps faltered.
*Damn.*
A sleek *black Dodge Challenger Hellcat* sat in the driveway, shining like it just came from a movie set. The way the morning light hit its body made it look even sexier. I blinked—twice. *This is Blaze's car?*
I quickly masked my shock with a smirk, flipping my hair. *Not bad. Not bad at all.*
Without a word, I opened the back door and slid into the back seat like the queen I am. But before I could get comfortable, Blaze's voice cut through the silence.
*"What do you think this is, an Uber? Front seat, now. I'm not your driver."*
I rolled my eyes so hard I swear they almost stuck. I didn't dignify him with a response, just got out and slid into the front passenger seat, crossing my legs like the badass I was born to be.
He didn't say a word. Neither did I.
The engine roared to life, and we pulled out of the driveway in silence. The air between us was thick—tense, but not in a romantic way. More like, *I'd-strangle-you-if-it-was-legal* kind of tension.
A few minutes into the drive, Blaze finally spoke.
*"I'll drop you off two minutes away from the school."*
I frowned. "Excuse me?"He didn't even glance at me. "Yeah. I don't want people thinking I hang out with sluts."
That hit like a slap. I clenched my jaw, turning my face to the window to hide the sting in my eyes.
*But I didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply.*
*Two can play this game, Blaze Hunter.* Here's a continuation of that scene with emotional depth, sass, and the right amount of drama
When Blaze says he's doing something—he *means* it.
And true to his word, the car stopped *exactly two minutes away* from Crestwood High.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, ready to open the door when he dropped one last gem.
*"Oh—and pretend you don't know me."*
His voice was cold, smug, like he was doing me a favor.
I turned to him slowly, offering a fake sweet smile. "Trust me, *that* won't be hard."
Without another word, I stepped out and slammed the door shut, hard enough to make a point—but not hard enough to damage his precious car. He drove off like I was a delivery package he was done with.
I adjusted my bag, rolled my shoulders back, and started walking toward the main entrance of *Crestwood High School.*
The second I stepped past the gate, *eyes turned.*
Heads swiveled.
Conversations paused.
Some people stared in *awe*, some *admired*, some just straight-up *undressed me with their eyes*. Others? Already looked like they'd picked me as their next target.
*Great. Let the drama begin.*
I kept walking, my skirt swaying just enough to make it clear—I was not the one to mess with. Confidence is the best revenge.
Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. Got it! Here's the dialogue balanced between Ariana and Kyro, keeping it flirty, sassy, and in line with her vibe:
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*"Hi, you finally resumed school,"* Kyro said with that boyish grin. *"Welcome to Crestwood. You're gonna love it here."*
I raised a brow, giving him a quick look before flipping my hair. *"Love is a strong word. I'll settle for 'tolerate.'"*
He chuckled. *"You're still as feisty as the day we met."*
*"Feisty? Nah,"* I smirked. *"I just have zero tolerance for nonsense."*
*"Ouch. Should I be worried?"* he teased.
*"Only if you plan on acting like nonsense,"* I shot back with a grin, nudging his arm playfully.
I glanced around, already feeling eyes on me—some admiring, some judging. I rolled my eyes. Typical.
*"They're already staring,"* I muttered.
*"Can you blame them?"* Kyro said, smirking. *"You do kind of look like you walked straight out of a movie scene."*
I laughed lightly. *"Thanks, but I'm not here to play roles. I'm just here to survive."*
*"Well, if survival gets hard, you've got me,"* he said with a wink.
I gave him a sideways glance. *"Careful, gym boy. You're starting to sound like a flirt."* *"Starting to? I thought I made it obvious."*
I shook my head with a smile.
*"Lord, this school is gonna be interesting,"* I said, adjusting the strap of my bag as we walked in.
*"Wanna make it less stressful?"* Kyro asked, stopping beside me.
*I raised a brow.* "How?"
*"Let me walk you to the principal's office,"* he said with a slight shrug. *"You probably have stuff to collect—locker key, schedule, ID… that kind of boring admin crap."*
*"And you're offering to be my personal guide?"* I teased.
*"Exactly. I'm cute, charming, and I know my way around."* He winked.
*I rolled my eyes, smirking.* "Cocky much."
*"Confident,"* he corrected. *"Come on, I promise not to get you in trouble. On your first day, at least."*
*"Fine,"* I sighed dramatically. *"Lead the way, Mr. Crestwood Tour Guide."*
As we walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice how he casually bumped shoulders with me every now and then—just enough to make me aware of his presence, but not enough to annoy me. He was smooth. Too smooth.
*"You know,"* I said as we neared the office, *"you might be the only normal person I've met since I moved here."*
*He grinned.* "Stick with me, Ari. I'll keep you sane."
*"Says the guy who called me hot the first time we met,"* I shot back.
*"And I wasn't lying,"* he said, holding the office door open for me.
I paused, then walked in. "Flattery won't get you everywhere."
*"Maybe not everywhere,"* he whispered, *"but maybe somewhere close."*
I rolled my eyes—again.
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