Senior year | ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ · Y/n story by @claudiauu

The last bell of the day had barely rung, and already someone was screaming.

Mila Reyes

jogging backwards, phone held up Keep going, keep going! This is gold!

Ethan Walker

wading through ankle-deep water, looking miserable Mila, my brand new sneakers are ruined!

At the center of the chaos, near the now-gushing water fountain, stood Jace Donovan. He was soaking wet, grinning like he'd just won something, holding a bent wrench in one hand.

Jace Donovan

pointing the wrench at the fountain In my defense—

Sophie Lin

dry, from somewhere down the hall There is no defense, Jace. There literally isn't one.

Dylan Brooks

leaning against a locker, guitar case at his feet, smirking Nah, let him talk. I wanna hear how this one's somehow everyone else's fault.

Jace Donovan

turning to you, eyes bright Y/n! Back me up here.

All eyes landed on you.