The car ride back to campus was anything but quiet. Tyler was behind the wheel, his hands gripping the steering wheel as Scarlet, sitting in the passenger seat, unleashed her full rebellious energy. She had woken up in a particularly mischievous mood and had decided to make Tyler her target for the day.
“So, Tyler,” Scarlet began, her tone dripping with fake sweetness, “how’s it feel to being so old? You know, the one who never gets to have any fun because you’re too busy being responsible?”
Tyler groaned, his grip tightening on the wheel. “Scarlet, I swear, if you don’t stop—”
“Stop what?” she interrupted, feigning innocence. “I’m just making conversation. Isn’t that what besties do?”
Nick, sitting in the backseat beside Asher and Rayla, tried to intervene. “Scarlet, babe, give the m
