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Sky's P.O.V
The gifts were tossed aside—or strategically used as weapons—but now it was time for the main event: dancing, games, and the kind of chaos that would make any sane teacher reconsider their career choices.
Ethan immediately grabbed a speaker and blasted "Love Hangover" like he was personally challenging everyone to a dance-off. The bass rattled the wobbly chairs, which squeaked and groaned as if warning us: Dance at your own risk.
I leaned against the wall, internally roasting the author: Yes, because nothing screams teenage drama like a "banned" party in a classroom with furniture that's actively trying to kill us. Also… hungry… maybe the speaker cone is crunchy? No, probably too plastic.
BB rolled her eyes so hard I feared they'd get stuck. "Everyone, this is my party too. Don't embarrass yourselves." She then spun her sexy red dress on the floor in disgust, muttering something about the audacity of the author giving her this cursed gift.
Wind smirked at Skiez, who was trying to look cool but failing miserably, and I could practically see sparks of love-hate-fun-flirty tension radiating between them. My stomach growled again. Hungry… maybe someone's leftover chocolate is edible… yes, probably Ethan's stash.
The first game: Truth or Dare. Naturally, it descended into utter chaos in 0.2 seconds.
"Alright," Kika squeaked, "I'll start! Mica, truth or dare?"
Mica smirked. "Dare. Obviously. I'm too fabulous for truth."
Kika grinned devilishly. "I dare you to smear lipstick… on Horniess's face!"
Horniess squealed, trying to dodge. "HEY! That's NOT fair!"
I snorted in the corner. Fair? This is Section A, baby. Fair died in the Chemistry Lab a long time ago. Hungry… maybe lipstick is edible… probably not.
Next, Ethan got dared to feed Denz chocolate… strategically… and suddenly everyone was laughing like maniacs because the dare quickly escalated into the dirty-mind Olympics.
Joshua tripped on a chair, accidentally launching a frog (yes, the one he brought as a gift) into Percy's lap. Percy screamed, frog squeaked, and the room erupted into laughter.
Kittu, somehow sober amid the madness, dared Rain to hang upside down from the fan chain. "Good luck not breaking your neck, genius," Kittu muttered. Rain did it anyway, shrieking like a banshee, while Angel measured everything with his steel ruler for "accuracy purposes."
Then came the infamous Spin-the-Bottle, because of course, someone had to try kissing someone… everyone. Ethan almost kissed Denz. Denz almost choked on the eggplant. Mica almost kissed… well… let's just say it was complicated.
Wind smirked, Skiez glared, and I was caught between them like a sandwich I hadn't eaten yet. Hungry… maybe one of the bottles is glass… maybe not.
Riri got dared to balance the broken flute on her head while doing the worm across the floor. Nin had to spin with the spoon in her mouth, nearly gagging. And Nav and Leaf… let's just say their dare ended with a lot of giggling and a suspiciously red face.
The chocolate, lipstick, eggplants, spatulas, belts, mini toilet seats, and poop-shaped toys… all somehow became props in this magnificent disaster. BB continued to narrate sarcastically, "Welcome to Section A, the only party where your gifts try to kill you and your friends. Enjoy responsibly."
I internally muttered at the author: Yes, author, because clearly teenagers love being injured, humiliated, and slightly aroused at a party all in one. Genius.
By the time the dance-off started, everyone had partnered up, partnered off, or collided into each other like bowling pins. I watched as Wind and Skiez somehow managed a synchronized fight-dance, glaring and smirking and almost accidentally making each other look hot. I muttered under my breath: Love triangle alert. Also… still hungry… maybe that broken tape recorder tastes good… probably not.
BB dramatically threw herself onto the floor, dramatically wiping "fake tears" with her sparkly red dress. "This is why I don't party with mortals," she groaned, earning a laugh from everyone who knew she secretly loved the chaos.
Eventually, someone suggested Musical Chairs—Section A style, of course. Chairs were wobbly, scorched, and cursed. Riyo somehow landed on a belt instead of a chair. Cero tried sitting on an adult magazine. Rain somehow became tangled in Superman posters. Chaos, I tell you. Absolute chaos.
By the end of the night, someone had eaten half the chocolate, Denz had somehow shoved an eggplant into Ethan's hair, Mica had lipstick marks on half the walls, and Kika… well… Kika was painting everyone's nails like she owned the world.
I sat against a wall, stomach growling, observing the disaster. Skiez finally smirked at Wind, who scowled but didn't look away, and I realized… love triangles in Section A parties were somehow mandatory entertainment.
The author, if they were watching, was probably crying, yelling, or internally combusting. And me? I was hungry, laughing, slightly traumatized, and loving every second of it.
Section A didn't need the official party. We had chaos, danger, dirty dares, chocolate, lipstick, belts, spatulas, and each other.
And, of course… the party was just getting started.
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The gifts were tossed aside—or strategically used as weapons—but now it was time for the main event: dancing, games, and the kind of chaos that would make any sane teacher reconsider their career choices.
Ethan immediately grabbed a speaker and blasted "Love Hangover" like he was personally challenging everyone to a dance-off. The bass rattled the wobbly chairs, which squeaked and groaned as if warning us: Dance at your own risk.
I leaned against the wall, internally roasting the author: Yes, because nothing screams teenage drama like a "banned" party in a classroom with furniture that's actively trying to kill us. Also… hungry… maybe the speaker cone is crunchy? No, probably too plastic.
BB rolled her eyes so hard I feared they'd get stuck. "Everyone, this is my party too. Don't embarrass yourselves." She then spun her sexy red dress on the floor in disgust, muttering something about the audacity of the author giving her this cursed gift.
Wind smirked at Skiez, who was trying to look cool but failing miserably, and I could practically see sparks of love-hate-fun-flirty tension radiating between them. My stomach growled again. Hungry… maybe someone's leftover chocolate is edible… yes, probably Ethan's stash.
The first game: Truth or Dare. Naturally, it descended into utter chaos in 0.2 seconds.
"Alright," Kika squeaked, "I'll start! Mica, truth or dare?"
Mica smirked. "Dare. Obviously. I'm too fabulous for truth."
Kika grinned devilishly. "I dare you to smear lipstick… on Horniess's face!"
Horniess squealed, trying to dodge. "HEY! That's NOT fair!"
I snorted in the corner. Fair? This is Section A, baby. Fair died in the Chemistry Lab a long time ago. Hungry… maybe lipstick is edible… probably not.
Next, Ethan got dared to feed Denz chocolate… strategically… and suddenly everyone was laughing like maniacs because the dare quickly escalated into the dirty-mind Olympics.
Joshua tripped on a chair, accidentally launching a frog (yes, the one he brought as a gift) into Percy's lap. Percy screamed, frog squeaked, and the room erupted into laughter.
Kittu, somehow sober amid the madness, dared Rain to hang upside down from the fan chain. "Good luck not breaking your neck, genius," Kittu muttered. Rain did it anyway, shrieking like a banshee, while Angel measured everything with his steel ruler for "accuracy purposes."
Then came the infamous Spin-the-Bottle, because of course, someone had to try kissing someone… everyone. Ethan almost kissed Denz. Denz almost choked on the eggplant. Mica almost kissed… well… let's just say it was complicated.
Wind smirked, Skiez glared, and I was caught between them like a sandwich I hadn't eaten yet. Hungry… maybe one of the bottles is glass… maybe not.
Riri got dared to balance the broken flute on her head while doing the worm across the floor. Nin had to spin with the spoon in her mouth, nearly gagging. And Nav and Leaf… let's just say their dare ended with a lot of giggling and a suspiciously red face.
The chocolate, lipstick, eggplants, spatulas, belts, mini toilet seats, and poop-shaped toys… all somehow became props in this magnificent disaster. BB continued to narrate sarcastically, "Welcome to Section A, the only party where your gifts try to kill you and your friends. Enjoy responsibly."
I internally muttered at the author: Yes, author, because clearly teenagers love being injured, humiliated, and slightly aroused at a party all in one. Genius.
By the time the dance-off started, everyone had partnered up, partnered off, or collided into each other like bowling pins. I watched as Wind and Skiez somehow managed a synchronized fight-dance, glaring and smirking and almost accidentally making each other look hot. I muttered under my breath: Love triangle alert. Also… still hungry… maybe that broken tape recorder tastes good… probably not.
BB dramatically threw herself onto the floor, dramatically wiping "fake tears" with her sparkly red dress. "This is why I don't party with mortals," she groaned, earning a laugh from everyone who knew she secretly loved the chaos.
Eventually, someone suggested Musical Chairs—Section A style, of course. Chairs were wobbly, scorched, and cursed. Riyo somehow landed on a belt instead of a chair. Cero tried sitting on an adult magazine. Rain somehow became tangled in Superman posters. Chaos, I tell you. Absolute chaos.
Perfect—let's dive straight into Part 3 of the Section A Freshers' Party, full of dares, flirting chaos, chocolate-lipstick disasters, and Sky roasting the author while being hungry.
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Chapter: Freshers' Party – Dares Gone Wild
The music changed to "Love Hangover", and immediately the entire room turned into a chaotic dance floor. Chairs squeaked, bodies collided, and Ethan somehow convinced himself it was a seduction tutorial. Naturally, he grabbed a chocolate bar from Denz and began… well… "demonstrating."
I groaned internally. Yes, Ethan, we get it. Chocolate makes you horny. Also… hungry… maybe I can snack on that instead of your theatrics.
Sky, of course, was sidestepping everyone like a pro, muttering under her breath about how the author clearly thinks teenagers need to be gross for comic relief. Skiez, trying to look aloof, kept glaring at Wind. Wind, meanwhile, danced like he was silently daring Skiez to throw him across the room. The tension? Palpable. Love triangle alert. And yes, still hungry.
"Truth or Dare!" Riri yelled, waving her broken flute like a scepter of chaos.
Joshua groaned. "Can't we just… dance?"
"NO," Percy shouted, balancing a chocolate smear on his cheek, "we must escalate the dares!"
It started simple enough. Denz got dared to feed Ethan an eggplant while blindfolded. Somehow, it ended with chocolate smeared across both of them and Mica attempting to lipstick-slap Horniess, but missing and hitting Jasper's cheek instead. Jasper's blush was visible from orbit.
I muttered under my breath: Author, really? Teens covered in chocolate and lipstick is peak originality. Hungry… maybe someone's face is edible… Definitely not.
Then it escalated.
Kika got dared to paint everyone's nails. Rain ended up with neon purple fingers, Riyo had glitter glued to her palms, and Sky somehow ended up with blue nail polish on her forehead thanks to a flying brush.
Nav and Leaf Mendoza were spinning with random gifts mid-dance. Leaf somehow balanced Horniess's mini toilet seat on her head like a crown, while Nav was clutching a red Santa boxers with a twinkling bell. Every bell dinged with every spin.
BB dramatically threw her sexy red dress onto the floor when Rain dared her to dance in it. "This is humiliation!" she shouted. Everyone laughed—except BB. She looked like a wounded queen.
The chocolate-lipstick fiasco reached maximum chaos. Ethan smeared chocolate across Denz's arm while Mica accidentally flicked lipstick onto Percy's ear. I dodged flying spatulas, smeared chocolate, and rogue eggs like a survival expert. Also… hungry… maybe the chocolate is salvageable… maybe not.
Wind and Skiez kept stealing glances at each other between dares, tension coiling tighter than a spring. Sky's commentary was brutal: Ah yes, the classic "enemies-to-lovers-who-are-too-stubborn-to-admit-feelings" trope. Also, still hungry… maybe the eggplant looks appealing now… nope.
Truth or Dare became a free-for-all.
Charlie Nick Joe got dared to wear a belt around his head and pretend it was a crown.
Imelda got a pot on her head and twirled like a confused ballerina.
Honey… yes, Horniess Rayder… ended up straddling a chair with a mini toilet seat as a throne. Naturally.
Riri had the broken flute on her back like a sword while spinning in circles.
Nin used a spoon as a makeshift microphone and sang random nursery rhymes.
Siari smeared a tomato across Sky's shoulder as a "symbolic mark of courage." I groaned. Author, really? Also… hungry… maybe the tomato is edible… maybe.
By now, the room was sticky with chocolate, smeared with lipstick, dotted with nail polish, and decorated with spatulas, broken flutes, poop-shaped toys, and twinkling red Santa boxers. I leaned against a wall, stomach growling, muttering: Section A. The only place where surviving a party is harder than surviving math class. Also… hungry… maybe someone's leftover chocolate is still usable… maybe not.
Wind dared Sky to dance dangerously close to him. Skiez, glaring, shoved a chair nearby for "protection." The room collectively held its breath. Love triangle tension + chocolate chaos + spatulas flying = pure Section A.
Finally, someone—probably Percy—suggested a "dance-off" with the dares as stakes. Everyone screamed, shoved, and flailed in a terrifyingly hilarious mess. BB ended up in the corner, dramatically mourning the dignity she didn't have.
And through it all, I stayed alive, sarcastically roasting the author in my mind, dodging flying gifts, and silently plotting which chocolate might be edible before the chaos consumed us all.
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By now, the room was unrecognizable. Chocolate smeared across walls and tables, lipstick streaks everywhere, broken flutes and spatulas scattered like confetti, and nail polish glinting under the flickering fluorescent lights. I sidestepped a twinkling red Santa boxers that Horniess—or Honey, whatever—had somehow launched across the room.
Author, seriously? Teens in a room with half the school's rejected junk, and you call it a party? Also… hungry… maybe the chocolate is salvageable… maybe not.
Wind and Skiez were practically vibrating with tension. Every time Wind moved, Skiez glared. Every time Skiez spoke, Wind's jaw clenched. And somehow, I—Sky—was caught squarely in the middle, dodging flying eggplants, broken tempered glass, and the occasional flying mini toilet seat.
"Dance-off, losers!" Ethan yelled, waving chocolate like a weapon. Denz shoved an eggplant into his hands and muttered, "Use it wisely, young grasshopper." Naturally, this ended in chocolate and eggplant smeared on Ethan's face. Mica giggled while trying to apply lipstick on Horniess, who screamed like someone was trying to steal her soul.
Kika, meanwhile, was painting everyone's nails like a pro chaotic maniac. Rain had neon blue hands, Riyo glitter everywhere, and I somehow ended up with purple polish smeared across my cheek.
"Truth or Dare, people!" Riri shouted, holding her broken flute like a battle standard.
Joshua got dared to hop on one leg while reciting Shakespeare. He tripped over a chair, sending a soft poop-shaped toy flying straight into Nav Mendoza's face. Leaf Mendoza shrieked, laughing while balancing Horniess' mini toilet throne on her head.
BB threw her sexy red dress onto the floor again, muttering, "This author clearly hates me." I silently applauded. Yes, BB. That's exactly what I was thinking. Also… hungry… maybe that dress is chocolate-adjacent… maybe not.
The dares escalated.
Siari smeared a tomato on my shoulder, claiming it was "symbolic courage." Author, I swear you're sadistic. Also… hungry… tomato edible? Maybe.
Eren flailed a spatula dangerously close to Wind's hair. Wind growled. Skiez intervened. Tension skyrocketed. Love triangle exploding. Also, still hungry.
Kittu, holding a failed math test, dared Marco to balance it on his head while dancing. Marco ended up face-planting into Percy's chocolate-covered ear.
The room was a sticky, chaotic circus. I dodged flying chocolates, nail polish, lipstick, spatulas, eggplants, broken flutes, and Horniess' twinkling red Santa boxers.
And then it happened.
Wind grabbed me mid-dance for a dare that required "partner coordination." Skiez, seeing this, yanked Wind away. I landed perfectly on the desk with chocolate on my cheek and polish on my forehead.
Author, are you seeing this? I'm dodging flying junk while you force a love triangle into chaos. Also… hungry… maybe the chocolate is finally mine.
Ethan, finally done with his chocolate-eggplant shenanigans, shoved a piece into Denz's mouth. Denz chewed and muttered, "Not bad." Naturally, Mica tried to add lipstick. Chaos. Screams. Laughter. Horniess yelped from her mini toilet throne.
By the time the music stopped—miraculously—we were a mess of sticky chaos: chocolate, lipstick, nail polish, spatulas, broken flutes, poop toys, mini toilet seats, and love triangle tension. Wind glared. Skiez fumed. And I? I sat in the middle, brushing chocolate from my hair, muttering, Author, bravo. Absolute chaos. And yes… still hungry.
BB dramatically fainted into a pile of soft toys. Percy wiped chocolate from his ear. Kika finished painting Rain's nails neon pink. Riri was balancing her broken flute like a crown. Everyone looked exhausted, sticky, and slightly traumatized.
I leaned back, muttering to no one in particular: Freshers' Party complete. Love triangle officially on fire. Chocolate chaos officially accomplished. Author officially a sadistic genius. And me… still hungry… maybe someone has a leftover eggplant… maybe not.
Section A: turning disasters into parties since forever.
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By the time the music stopped, the room looked like a post-apocalyptic dessert factory. Chocolate footprints crisscrossed the floor, nail polish dripped like it had a vendetta, and lipstick was smeared in abstract patterns that somehow looked like modern art. I sidestepped a mini toilet throne (thanks, Horniess), narrowly avoiding stepping on Riri's broken flute.
Author, really? A teen party turned demolition site? And I'm supposed to navigate this without getting tetanus? Also… hungry… maybe that chocolate on the floor counts as protein.
Wind, looking like he'd survived three wars already, glared at Skiez like she personally destroyed his life. Skiez, naturally, was glaring back as if he just ate her last brain cell. And me? I was stuck in the middle, balancing precariously on a chair with purple nail polish on my forehead and chocolate smeared across my cheek.
"Okay, Section A! Cleanup mission!" BB shouted, standing dramatically on a desk. Her sexy red dress was now a gloriously stained flag of defeat. I silently applauded her. Yes, BB. The author clearly hates us all. Also… hungry… maybe the dress absorbed chocolate… maybe not.
Denz and Ethan were arguing over an eggplant. Ethan claimed it was "offensive," Denz said it "looked like potential dessert." Naturally, this escalated into a duel where Horniess ended up wearing it on her head. I had to sit down; the chaos was almost too much to process.
Kika, armed with a bottle of nail polish remover, was attempting to restore some semblance of sanity to Rain's neon pink hands. "I told you, blue is better!" she yelled. Rain shrugged. Purple, pink, glitter… honestly, it was hard to care.
Then came the "gift inspection" phase. I swear the author had a secret love of making teenagers suffer.
Riyo had a belt and kept trying to swing it like nunchucks.
Siari had a tomato and was threatening to throw it at anyone moving too fast.
Nav Mendoza was hopping around with his red Santa boxers jingling like a bell orchestra.
Leaf Mendoza was balancing Horniess' mini toilet throne on her head like some kind of circus act.
Jasper was waving around a broken watch like it was a time bomb.
Ciyu proudly held up a painting that looked exactly like… well… a dumbass's posterior.
And of course, the love triangle drama couldn't wait. Wind finally marched over and yanked me into the middle of the room for a dare that required "partner coordination." Skiez immediately stomped over, arms crossed, glaring like a cat about to pounce.
Author, really? You want me stuck between these two walking disasters? Also… hungry… maybe chocolate counts as armor.
Meanwhile, Percy was dangling earrings from the ceiling fan, Joshua was hopping around clutching a frog, and Riri was attempting to rebuild her broken flute like a sad little jenga tower.
"Truth or Dare, round two!" shouted Ethan, now waving chocolate like a weapon again. Naturally, this ended with chocolate in everyone's hair and a broken nail polish bottle being used as a makeshift cannon.
I found myself laughing so hard I nearly slipped on a puddle of nail polish remover. My brain screamed: This is insane. This is Section A. This is… probably a lawsuit waiting to happen. Also… hungry… maybe that chocolate puddle is still edible… probably not.
By the end of the "cleanup," most of us were sticky, exhausted, and somehow more bonded than ever. Wind and Skiez were still glaring at each other from opposite sides of the room, and I… I was in the perfect spot to roast them both silently while imagining snacking on Horniess' toilet seat (don't ask).
BB dramatically collapsed onto a pile of soft toys, muttering, "This author is a sadist. And so am I, apparently."
I leaned against the wall, surveying the chaos. Broken gifts, chocolate-smeared floors, spatulas, nail polish, lipstick, twinkling red boxers, and two very angry love interests. Chaos. Hunger. Sarcasm. And a little bit of excitement.
Section A Freshers' Party complete. Love triangle unresolved. Sticky chaos achieved. Author officially a sadistic genius. And me? Still hungry… maybe a chocolate shard survived… maybe not.
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By the time Ethan decided to turn the leftover chocolate into war ammunition, the room had officially lost all resemblance to a party and looked more like a teen apocalypse scene. I sidestepped a rogue eggplant that Denz had declared "strategically offensive," narrowly avoiding stepping on a squishy puddle of lipstick and nail polish.
Author, seriously? You think this is realistic? I'm practically a liability walking through this room. Also… hungry… maybe the chocolate puddle counts as survival rations… probably not.
Wind was brooding in the corner, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Skiez, who, naturally, was glaring right back. Every time our eyes met, I felt like a referee in a WWE match no one asked me to officiate.
Ethan, meanwhile, had somehow gotten a hold of the spatula and was swinging it like a katana. Denz attempted to defuse him with an eggplant shield. Horniess laughed maniacally, balancing her mini toilet throne like it was a party prop.
BB had taken command of the "gift inspection" round two. "C'mon, people! Let's see who can make the dumbest use of their gift!" She threw her red sexy dress on the floor in disgust, muttering, "This is punishment, not fashion."
Mica smeared lipstick on Ethan's cheek while he yelled, "It's art, don't question me!"
Kika, wielding nail polish like a wand, threatened to decorate anyone moving too fast.
Riri tried to turn her broken flute into a chocolate launcher.
Ciyu proudly displayed her dumbass painting again, as if the world needed reminders.
Nav Mendoza jingled his twinkling Santa boxers and strutted around like a mini rockstar.
Author, why am I surrounded by chocolate, eggplants, twinkling underwear, and Horniess' antics? And why am I still… hungry?
Then came the Truth or Dare escalation. Ethan dared Wind to kiss the nearest person, which naturally ended with Wind yanking me into the spotlight. Skiez, predictably, stomped over, glaring like I had personally humiliated him in a past life.
Love triangle alert! Author, you're sadistic and I love it. Also… hungry… maybe chocolate on the floor counts as armor…
Dares devolved quickly:
Riyo got tied to a chair with a belt.
Siari had to roll a tomato across the room with her nose.
Jasper had to balance a broken watch on his head while reciting a poem.
Percy ended up wearing earrings in the most humiliating fashion.
Joshua tried to catch a frog while blindfolded.
Horniess, of course, got dared to sit on her mini toilet throne in the middle of the dance circle.
I snorted as Wind groaned, "Author, really? You want me humiliated by a toilet throne and chocolate?"
The music switched to Love Hangover, and the chaos reached maximum levels. BB attempted to teach everyone a coordinated dance, but most of the students were either slipping in chocolate or swinging spatulas.
Mica ended up face-planting into lipstick,
Kika tried to moonwalk with nail polish on her shoes,
Ethan made inappropriate "chocolate sculptures" and pretended to feed them to people,
Denz looked way too proud of his eggplant engineering,
And Wind and Skiez's death stares somehow intensified the electricity in the room.
Seriously, author, do you enjoy watching teenagers destroy themselves and each other with chocolate, nail polish, spatulas, and twinkling boxers? Also… hungry… maybe I could survive on chocolate dust… maybe not.
By the end of the song, most of us were sticky, half-naked in ridiculous dares, and laughing like idiots. The love triangle was officially in full swing—Skiez muttered something about betrayal, Wind muttered something about me "choosing wrong," and I just wanted to eat something before someone threw another eggplant.
BB collapsed dramatically on the floor, muttering, "I hate everyone. And I love everyone. This author deserves a medal for sadism."
I leaned against a wall, surveying the wreckage: chocolate, lipstick, spatulas, eggplants, twinkling underwear, mini toilets, broken gifts, and two very brooding boys glaring at each other like their lives depended on it.
Section A Freshers' Party: chaos achieved. Love triangle… simmering. Author officially sadistic genius. And me? Still hungry… maybe a chocolate shard survived… probably not.
By now, the party had officially spiraled into a sticky, chocolate-covered, spatula-wielding disaster. My shoes squelched every time I moved, and honestly? I didn't care. Hunger had become background noise under the thumping Love Hangover remix blaring from someone's phone.
Ethan had somehow convinced himself that the chocolate puddle was "aphrodisiacal," and he was sneakily smearing it on Denz's eggplant. Denz, naturally, was pretending to be horrified while secretly plotting revenge.
Wind was in full brooding mode, arms crossed, glaring at Skiez like he personally invented disaster. Skiez, of course, glared back, muttering something about "losers and their stupid chocolate wars." I rolled my eyes. Yes, very romantic. Nothing screams love triangle like chocolate, spatulas, and broken gifts.
Horniess was perched on her mini toilet throne like she owned the room, cheering on everyone to "get weirder" while waving a spatula like a scepter. I wanted to ask her for some dignity, but dignity left the building somewhere around the broken flute and lipstick puddle.
BB was running commentary like a judge on a reality show. "Ew, Percy, your earrings are in the chocolate now. This is disgusting. Also… hilarious." She threw her red dress on the floor again in dramatic protest. Author, really? You think this is subtle? I'm melting in chocolate and shame over here.
The dares got progressively dirtier.
Mica dared Ethan to feed her chocolate blindfolded—he didn't exactly aim well.
Kika got dared to paint someone's face with nail polish. That "someone" happened to be Wind. He now had pink stripes across his forehead, and his glare could burn a hole in the floor.
Riyo had to roll around in chocolate with a belt tied around her waist—don't ask me how that worked.
Jasper balanced a broken watch on his head while trying to recite a poem about chaos.
And then the Truth round came.
"Sky," Ethan said, leaning too close with chocolate-stained fingers, "truth or dare?"
I smirked. "Truth, obviously. I have standards… mostly."
"Okay," Ethan said, waggling his eyebrows. "Have you… ever kissed anyone in Section A?"
Author, why do you force me into these situations? And why is my stomach growling instead of me answering?
I smirked innocently. "Depends on your definition of 'kiss,' Ethan. Like… on the cheek? On the lips? On a chocolate puddle?"
He choked. Denz laughed. Wind groaned. Skiez's jaw nearly detached. Perfect. My life is chaos. Also hungry… maybe chocolate counts as a life form.
Then came the dancing contest, which BB forced as a "team challenge." Chaos reigns supreme:
Ethan slid across chocolate like a slippery ninja.
Denz strutted with an eggplant tucked under his arm like a fashion accessory.
Horniess kept twirling on her mini throne.
Kika twirled nail polish bottles like pom-poms.
Skiez tried to ignore Wind's eye daggers while still keeping a "badass rebel dancer" vibe.
And somehow, I got roped into the middle, dodging chocolate, spatulas, and flying eggplants like a professional.
By the end of the song, the entire floor was sticky, smelly, and littered with broken gifts. Everyone was laughing, screaming, and making weird, questionable choices with chocolate, eggplants, and spatulas.
I leaned against the wall, sipping from a chocolate-stained cup, watching Wind and Skiez glare daggers at each other over a broken spatula. Section A Freshers' Party: success. Author officially evil. Love triangle: fully operational. And me? Still hungry… maybe someone dropped a chocolate shard… probably not.
BB collapsed dramatically nearby, muttering, "I can't even… this author deserves to rot in chocolate hell."
I nodded. Agreed. And just as I thought I could rest… Ethan pointed at me. "Sky… truth or dare?"
Oh no. No. NO. Author, you're sadistic and I hate you.