When worlds collide
1356 Words
Chapter 5
(Faye's POV)
The morning rush was chaos.
Students filled the hallways, the bell already echoing through the air as Faye squeezed through the last set of doors. Her backpack bounced against her shoulder, hair slightly out of place, heart pounding as if it was trying to beat its way out.
She hated being late.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she fixed her lanyard, half-running toward her first-period class. The hallway was nearly empty now—just the sound of hurried footsteps and lockers slamming shut.
Then, it happened.
Books scattered across the floor, pages fluttering like startled birds.
Faye blinked, realizing she’d just bumped into someone—a girl, tall, chestnut hair same as lily's tied in a sleek ponytail, her uniform a little too perfect to be accidental.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Faye dropped to her knees instantly, her pale blue eyes blown wide, helping gather the books before the girl could even react.
The girl blinked, then let out a soft laugh. “No, no—it’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either.”
Their fingers brushed when they both reached for the same notebook. Faye’s eyes darted up, and the girl smiled. “I’m Ava,” she said.
“Faye.”
Ava tilted her head. “New here, right? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“Yeah. Just transferred.”
“Well,” Ava said, tucking her books into her arms, “welcome to the madness. What class are you heading to?”
“Government.”
Ava’s smile widened. “Same. Come on—we’ll be late together.”
Faye couldn’t help but laugh at that. They slipped into the classroom just as the bell stopped ringing.
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Mr. Callahan, the Government teacher, paused mid-sentence. He was tall, maybe in his forties, with rolled-up sleeves and a coffee cup in hand. His eyes flicked between the two girls.
“Ah, Miss…” He checked the roster. “Faye Morgan, I assume?”
“Yes, sir,” she said quickly.
“You’re lucky Ms. Ava here is a good influence,” he said with a dry smile. “Try not to make this a habit, alright?”
“Yes, sir,” Faye replied, cheeks flushed.
They slipped into two empty seats near the middle row. Ava gave her a quick grin, mouthing a silent “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
Faye smiled back. Maybe… this day wasn’t doomed after all.
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By third period, things started to feel almost normal again.
She met up with Mia and Lily in Calculus, dropping her books beside them.
“You look like you just ran a marathon,” Lily teased.
Faye rolled her eyes, lowering her voice. “I kind of did. I bumped into someone this morning—Ava. You know, from Orion’s group?”
Mia’s pencil froze mid-twirl. “Wait. That Ava?”
“Yeah. She was nice, actually.”
Both girls exchanged a look that said yeah, right.
“Well,” Lily said, leaning closer, “if the Queen Bee hears that, she’s gonna—”
“—lose her mind,” Mia finished.
Faye sighed. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t.”
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By the time lunch rolled around, Faye’s stomach was rumbling louder than the hallway chatter. She grabbed her tray, following Mia and Lily toward their usual corner table near the back.
The cafeteria was its usual noisy self—students clustered at their “assigned” tables, each one practically labeled by social status.
Faye was halfway through her sandwich when a familiar voice rose above the crowd.
“Faye!”
Heads turned.
Ava was waving from across the cafeteria—at Orion’s table.
Mia’s mouth dropped open. “Is she calling you?”
“Maybe she meant another Faye,” Lily said weakly.
Faye slumped. “There’s only one Faye in this school.”
Ava waved again, louder this time. “Come sit with us!”
“Oh, God,” Faye muttered under her breath.
As they hesitated, Ava stood up. “Come on, it’s fine!”
Mia leaned closer, whispering, “Is this because you bumped into her? Are we dreaming right now?”
“I don’t know,” Faye said honestly.
But they got up anyway.
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The entire cafeteria seemed to go quiet for a second when the three girls approached Orion’s table. Orion barely looked up, but Preston did, his brows lifting slightly. Dustin gave a small smirk, whispering something to Ava that made her nudge him in the arm.
Ava gestured to the seats. “Sit with us.”
Mia and Lily hesitated, but Faye nodded in gratitude and took the seat. The others followed.
Conversation began to flow. Ava was the spark, Dustin the echo, while Orion and Preston stayed mostly silent—watching, observing. Faye felt a strange mix of nerves and comfort sitting there.
That’s when the storm arrived.
Sierra.
Every step she took screamed confidence and venom. Her two minions—Tessa and Brielle—trailed behind her like shadows.
She stopped right beside the table, lips curved in a venomous smile. “Well, well. What’s this? Orion, I didn’t realize we were letting strays sit with us now.”
Ava didn’t even flinch. “You mean decent people?”
Sierra’s eyes narrowed. “Careful, Ava. You wouldn’t want me to think you’re siding with nobodies.”
Ava leaned back, arms crossed. “Someone has to.”
The cafeteria buzzed, whispers spreading like wildfire. Faye tried to stay calm, staring at her tray, pretending to be invisible.
Until Sierra sneered, “Figures you’d hang around charity cases, Ava. Makes you feel special, doesn’t it?”
That did it.
Faye’s eyes lifted, slow and sharp. “At least she can feel something. You should try it sometime.”
The words hung in the air like a match about to spark flame.
A hush fell.
Orion still sat there, raven black framing over his face, possesing slight curls, as if oblivious to it all.
'He must hate people', Faye thought.
Sierra blinked, jaw tightening, but before she could reply, Preston spoke for the first time—quiet but firm. “You should leave, Sierra.”
Sierra’s smirk faltered. “Whatever.” She turned, flipping her hair dramatically as she stormed off, her minions scurrying behind.
Ava was grinning. “That was perfect.”
Faye exhaled. “I wasn’t trying to be.”
“Exactly why it worked,” Dustin said with a chuckle.
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The rest of lunch passed in tense, awkward laughter. By the time PE rolled around, everyone had heard about what happened.
The gym smelled faintly of sweat and disinfectant. The teacher, Coach Ramirez, blew his whistle and started picking names for dodgeball.
“Morgan, you’re in,” he called.
Faye blinked. “Me?”
“Yeah. You’re new—let’s see what you got.”
Lily and Mia quickly volunteered to join her, followed by Ava. Ava, in turn, dragged Preston and Orion into the game, insisting, “If I’m playing, you’re playing.”
Dustin groaned when he got drafted into Sierra’s team. “This is my punishment for something, isn’t it?”
The teams formed:
Team A: Faye, Orion, Preston, Lily, Mia, and three more students.
Team B: Sierra, Ava, Dustin, Maddie, Amber, and two girls and a shy nerdy boy.
Faye adjusted her position, nerves humming under her skin. She found herself standing next to Orion, his arms crossed, face unreadable. Across the line, Sierra was smirking like a queen awaiting execution.
The gym fell silent for a moment.
Coach Ramirez lifted the whistle to his lips.
And in that split second before the sound cut through the air, Faye felt the world tilt—two sides, sixteen hearts, one collision waiting to happen.
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The whistle’s echo faded, but tension lingered in the air. Faye’s heart thumped—part nerves, part curiosity. Across the court, Sierra smirked, already plotting. Preston’s eyes flicked toward Faye, unreadable. And as the first ball flew, one thing was clear—this wasn’t just dodgeball. It was war in disguise.
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