The last bell of the day had barely rung, and already someone was screaming.
It wasn't an unusual sound at Riverton High. What made it different was the trail of water flooding down the main hallway, carrying a stray backpack and what looked like someone's half-eaten lunch.
Mila Reyes
jogging backwards, phone held upKeep going, keep going! This is gold!
Ethan Walker
wading through ankle-deep water, looking miserableMila, 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 fountainIn my defense—
Sophie Lin
dry, from somewhere down the hallThere is no defense, Jace. There literally isn't one.
Dylan Brooks
leaning against a locker, guitar case at his feet, smirkingNah, let him talk. I wanna hear how this one's somehow everyone else's fault.
Jace Donovan
turning to you, eyes brightY/n! Back me up here.
All eyes landed on you.
Water kept spreading. Teachers were yelling from the other end of the hall. Mila zoomed in on your face.
