เข้าสู่ระบบClaire’s POV
The moment we stepped back into camp, the atmosphere felt... off. There was no triumphant cheering. No celebratory high-fives. Just a weird, heavy silence mixed with the occasional murmur of disappointment. Then I saw them. The rival school. Their team. They stood in a neat little cluster, smug grins stretched across their faces as they basked in their victory. A few of them even had the audacity to look bClaire’s POV The moment we stepped back into camp, the atmosphere felt... off. There was no triumphant cheering. No celebratory high-fives. Just a weird, heavy silence mixed with the occasional murmur of disappointment. Then I saw them. The rival school. Their team. They stood in a neat little cluster, smug grins stretched across their faces as they basked in their victory. A few of them even had the audacity to look bored, like winning against us had been too easy. Whitney stopped dead in her tracks, her expression twisting into something ugly. She hissed sharply, folding her arms. “So let me get this straight… I almost got eaten alive, screamed my lungs out, and ruined my beauty sleep for nothing?” Nobody responded. Jaxon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck like this whole thing was just too exhausting. Shawty muttered something under her breath, probably about
Claire’s POVAfter breakfast, the teachers gathered everyone in a large clearing near the edge of the campsite. The sun was fully up now, casting golden light over the field, but the air still held a bit of morning chill. Students stood in scattered groups, some looking half-asleep while others were buzzing with anticipation for whatever the next activity was.Zara nudged me as we stood in the crowd. “I hope it’s something fun,” she muttered. “If they tell us to go bird-watching or something, I’m going back to bed.”I snorted. “You’re acting like you don’t need the extra credit.”She gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. “How dare you.”Before I could laugh, one of the teachers, Mr. Callahan, clapped his hands loudly, signaling for everyone’s attention. “Alright, listen up, everyone! Now that breakfast is over, it’s time for our first big activity of the day.”A low wave of murmurs swept through the students. Some g
Claire's POVThe entire campsite had fallen into silence, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Inside the luxury tent, the steady breathing of the girls signaled that they had all drifted off into sleep. Shawty had knocked out almost instantly, Whitney had grumbled about the hard pillows before eventually succumbing to exhaustion, and the others had been out before I even crawled into bed.But sleep? It refused to come to me.I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of the tent, my mind restless. Maybe it was the unfamiliar setting. Maybe it was the lingering thoughts of the blackmailer and the uncertainty hanging over me like a storm cloud. Or maybe it was just one of those nights where sleep felt like a distant dream, teasing me but never quite arriving.Letting out a quiet sigh, I carefully peeled back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My phone screen glowed softly as I
Claire The silk of the duvet felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the languid warmth that still lingered from sleep. My fingers scrolled aimlessly through the endless stream of curated realities on my phone screen, each image and snippet failing to truly capture my attention. A sigh escaped my lips, a silent testament to the dull ache of boredom that had settled over me like a heavy blanket. This "luxury room," as they called it, felt more like a gilded cage at the moment.Just as I was about to toss the phone aside in defeat, a soft chime echoed from my earbud. Jace.A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I tapped the tiny button to answer, a sense of anticipation fluttering in my chest. His name flashed across the screen, but the voice that filled my ear was instantly familiar, a low rumble that always sent a shiver down my spine."Kïttên," he murmured, the possessive lilt in his voice a sec
Claire The teachers called out the names, and one by one, our "representatives" were chosen. Whitney. Shawty. Celine. Two other slay queens whose only experience in a kitchen was probably ordering food from an expensive restaurant. The realization hit immediately—none of them could cook. The other team had a mix of sporty and brainy girls, all of whom at least looked like they knew their way around a kitchen. Meanwhile, our side? A total disaster waiting to happen. Then Jace’s voice cut through the noise. “If you all don’t want to embarrass yourselves, then just let Claire do it. Add her on the list.* Silence. I stiffened as eyes turned toward me. My first instinct was to say no. I hadn’t signed up for this. But before I could speak, Whitney rolled her eyes dramatically. “Of course, you’d say that,” she scoffed, crossing
Claire’s POVThe place was beautiful—almost too perfect. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden streaks over the open field, making everything look soft and warm. The trees swayed gently, their rustling leaves filling the air with a quiet melody. The scent of fresh grass mixed with the distant aroma of wood burning, probably from where the campfire would be set up later.I took a deep breath, stretching my arms out as I stood in place, soaking it all in. The slight chill in the air was refreshing, and I already knew I was going to love it here.A sudden burst of laughter caught my attention."Zara, what the hell?!" Shawty’s voice rang out, playful yet exasperated.I turned my head just in time to see Zara throw herself onto the grass, rolling like a kid who had just discovered the pure joy of being outside. She giggled uncontrollably, arms sprawled out as if she were making a snow angel on the ground.Shawty sto
ClairePanic surged through me as Jace clutched his head, his breathing ragged and uneven. His entire body trembled like he was trapped in some kind of nightmare, even though he was wide awake.“Jace—” I reached for him, but he didn’t even seem to see me.He staggered b
~Claire The house was quieter now. The warmth and laughter from dinner had long faded, replaced by a tense stillness that clung to the air like smoke after a fire. Sage sat on the kitchen stool, his forearms resting on the counter as Gina cleaned his wounds. The cuts
ClaireThe dinner table was magic. It literally reminded me of the good old days with dad, my mum and me. Laughter and conversation bouncing across the room, overlapping in the kind of messy, effortless way that only long-time friends could manage. Plates clinked, glasses were
JaceThe muffled sound of video game gunfire and laughter hummed around me, but I wasn’t fully awake yet. My body was heavy, my mind swimming in the hazy space between sleep and awareness. I had dozed off at some point—didn’t even remember when.I didn’t open my eyes, though.







