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Assistant: Title: the blue-haired armada: crush coordination
        Author: orphan_account orphan_account 
        Chapter: 2/3 
        Summary: "Listen." Powder slams her hand on the table. The sound of the slam was so loud, everyone in the area took a moment of silence to look before disregarding the moment afterwards out of fear to not mess with whatever was happening. Caitlyn's eyes were wider than saucers, Powder would've laughed if this was a purposeful jump scare attack. But no. This was way more important. "Yes—" "I don't like you," she starts, getting straight to the point towards the older teen who was anything but straight. "But I gots'a li'l deal that'll benefit the both of us, yeah?" Powder sits down right across from her, clutching her fingers together as princess Kiramman stares at her like she was holding her at gunpoint with a banana. Clueless as sh@t. "You like my sister. Saw you unable to speak when she's around like a broken record ready to play love songs so here: I help you get together with Vi while you help me with that cute boy I've been pinin' on for months. Deal?"—modern au!: where two blue-haired teens become an impeccable duo who try to win over their crushes.
        Contents: Chapter 2: falling for you (literally)
    

    

        
          
          
            Cait is a disaster. Jinx is a menace. And this...might actually work.
          
        

      
        
          okie, this is a bit caitvi focused but rest assured, timebomb moments will come for the following chapters. I'll write each of caitvi and timebomb's moments as equally as best as i can while focusing on pow pow's and cait's developing friendship because i love writing their dialogue so much and nobody can stop me from coping by doing so >:)also, this fic is based on my high school experience, which meant the school system presented here is based on the one in my country. pow and ekko's age gap (junior high, 10th grade) from vi and cait's (12th grade, graduating year) are two years apart. so that's a little somethin' to take note of <3this is another fun chapter! enjoy!let the gays be gays.
      
  

  
  
    
    Sometimes, when you look at her, you'd think Caitlyn knows what she's doing all the time. Which is true in most cases. But the scenario that happened during yesterday's lunch? That should be a fever dream. Then you'd sooner start to re-evaluate, for Caitlyn Kiramman is anything but lucky. In most cases. Intelligent? Yes, she does consider herself as such. Hard work and persistence? It did earn Caitlyn all her small wins and proud ones. Luck? She never ever relied on that.  Not one from her victories is an accident. They were earned and worked for. She could trace the reasons of her achievements from the nights spent on books, which had shaped her to dissect narratives like puzzles and wield her way to grasp medals with calculated and fitting metaphors. Caitlyn is a writer. A good one. Poetry, prose, essays; she had won contests in every category. Narratives, literary essays, and written poetry? She simply knew how to make words work for her on paper. Life was great. Predictable. Natural as it should be. Back in 11th grade, she went through her first (and probably most anticlimactic) breakup. But that's okay. She wasn't intending to date anyone ever again. Not especially in this current year, where she would be graduating. No distractions, no girls to date or take out.  Because Caitlyn had ended up believing that the only thing admirable about her is probably the contents inside her wallet and her wealth. Two W's and neither of them meant a win. It doesn't help that her ex is still her classmate but luckily they haven't tried to talk to each other even when they were both needed for student council matters. Ah, yes. Maddie Nolen being this year's treasurer? Makes so much sense. Comedy of the year. Absolute irony slapping her in the face. It's like giving a job to a criminal. Which, by the way, Maddie had the potential to be! Haha! G r e a t. She avoided Maddie like the plague. Caitlyn broke it off from the moment she overheard Maddie basically telling her other friends that she was only dating her because it was the perfect opportunity to date the sad, single rich girl who could barely make a move to her actual crush. And then there she went, proudly stating that she saved Caitlyn's sad life by showing interest in her in order to move on from Vi in exchange for the privilege of being able to borrow the Kiramman's wallet. Because they were girlfriends. A matter of convenience. 
  That gold-digging, heartless b—
 "Vi, come on, man!" "My, wait. I'm still solving!" Vi tries to push Mylo away when his face is too close to her paper. She slightly shoves his head to the side to be able to see her worksheet clearly. "I'm still finding the derivatives, chill out—" Caitlyn takes a long glance at Vi and her best friends, Mylo and Claggor, who were waiting for her answers. Her eyebrows were furrowed, the tip of her pencil's eraser repeatedly tapped against her temple as she hesitated to put down her answers, making sure they were correct. She was so full-on focused, Caitlyn got the chance to just admire her even for just a while. She was positioned on the front row near the teacher's table while Vi and the others were positioned on the back. They weren't close, both physically and socially, communicatively enough, but they were cordial towards one another. Cordial was good. Cordial was enough. Cordial was necessary. It isn't easy to approach. She avoided Maddie like the plague. It isn't easy to approach Vi first if it weren't for the fact that Caitlyn had harbored the biggest, most inconvenient, heart-pounding, oh Gods, help me crush on the student athlete. Vi Lanes. Star Player in the football girls team? Check. The fact that she's Jayce's second favorite pupil (with Caitlyn being the first) for her intelligence and seemingly lack of struggle on his subject? Check. Charming and oh so caring? Check. Devilishly handsome and kindhearted sweetheart? Ultimate Check. Violet freakin' Lanes captured her heart like how a single maiden would perfectly catch the bouquet at a wedding. She had already finished her Basic Calculus worksheet minutes ago, which only left Caitlyn to sit down and watch her other classmates solving their problems. Maddie was solving with someone else in the corner of the room, but Caitlyn would rather not give a second or even a fraction of attention to ponder her ex's stressed and worried expression.  
  Deserved.
 Mylo had stepped back and gave Vi space for a bit for her to be able to finish answering properly, nudging Claggor to inspect the whole class to see who was done and— The two made eye contact with her. Caitlyn's life was now put to the test when they called out her name. "Yo, Kiramman! You're done!" Mylo waves over, with a beaming smile. She curses under her breath, looking away to cover her flushed face. Professor Heimerdinger leaving the whole class alone to solve the worksheet was not the best choice Caitlyn would benefit from. And this particular scenario is an example of it. "Kiramman, heyyyyy!" she hears Mylo's hurried footsteps approach near, muttering quick excuse me's! to make his way beside her chair. Claggor calls him over to come back but the boy didn't listen and was already standing right in front of her, his hands in a praying gesture. "Hey, prez!" "Don't call me that—" "Okay, I won't. But can you help us at the back? Vi's taking too long to solve!" his complaint wasn't discreet as it was also meant to offend Vi, earning him an equally loud: "Hey, I heard that!" from the back. Caitlyn, with her hair down, closes her eyes and wishes Mylo would give up and leave her alone, finger-crossed and all. "I'm sure Vi is taking her time making sure she's solving them correctly." she offers him reassurance, her crush's name heating up her cheeks more. Helping Vi? It's not a problem. But the fact that she needs to be close to Vi when she helps her? The fluttering panic in her is the very disaster brewing its tea. "Yeah but we only got ten minutes before we pass!" Mylo kneels in front of her, pleads, begs with his life and pencil. "Vi, come on! Call her over so she can help!" Caitlyn nearly chokes on air, triggering her fight or flight response. Heavy emphasis on the latter. She turns around to see a reaction. Claggor was struggling to understand what Vi is presumably writing and those gray eyes finally avert from the worksheet to make eye contact with her. Vi's eyebrows furrow when she sees what Mylo was doing and sends an apologetic look at Caitlyn in the next second, putting her pencil down to gesture Mylo to come back. "Dude, stand up! You don't need to bother her!" Vi yells. "Sorry, Caitlyn—" Caitlyn is ready to exhale in relief, but Mylo's stubborn nature makes him unbashfully determined. He slightly tugs Caitlyn's sleeves, whining. "Come on, Caitlyn! Just a quick check! We're not gonna copy from you. Vi can do all the solving herself—" "Dude, come on—" Vi calls him out again, not wanting to deal any of his ahem sh@t. When Caitlyn sees Vi check the time on her watch, the internal debate in her crush's head starts to circulate on whether she should try to finish it on her own or finally give in to Mylo's plead. Vi sighs in defeat and runs a hand over her face, looking helpless and unreasonably adorable— "Hey, Caitlyn," she scratches her nape, shy and embarrassed. "Help a girl out..?" In that moment, Caitlyn remembers Powder. Or Jinx— 
  Wait, what's her actual name..?
 
  Whatever.
 Vi's sister Lane's whole shabang yesterday? It had gotten her immensely distracted more than she should've. And with what Mylo is getting her into now? She could barely handle being close with Vi alone for more than five minutes without that ridiculous deal in mind. ("You like my sister. Saw you unable to speak when she's around like a broken record ready to play love songs so here: I help you get together with Vi while you help me with that cute boy I've been pinin' on for months. Deal?") "Please..?" Vi says, smiling, softly, as they all wait for Caitlyn's response. God. She can feel her lips turning upward. How can she say no to a face like that..? "Okay," Caitlyn says. 
  Oh no.
 Mylo celebrates by pumping his fists and assists Caitlyn on standing up, holding her by the arm to drag her right across the back of the classroom where they were settled. "Clagg! Move! She's gonna sit next to Vi!" "Okay!" Claggor stands up, offering his spot. Caitlyn finds herself sitting next to her after a gentle shove from Mylo. Vi glares at her for the gesture but when she smiles at her once more, it didn't bother her one bit. Her heart was pounding too loud she feared the whole class might hear. Her crush offers Caitlyn the pencil. She nods at Vi, murmuring a small thank you. 
  Relax, Caitlyn.
 
  It's just derivatives.
 When she feels Vi shift and leans her head closer, Caitlyn grips the pencil way too hard, her veins would've popped out. She ended up helping them finish and explained the small mistakes in Vi's solution afterwards, with Mylo and Claggor immediately getting Vi's worksheet to quickly copy before the time ran out. Vi says her thanks. Caitlyn says it's no problem. And the Powder situation hits her all at once again.  Caitlyn is the first to rush out of the classroom, walking briskly while fixing her hair along the hallway. The walk to the cafeteria went with ease and she quickly secures a vacant table, resting her elbows on the wooden surface for her hands to hold the weight of her head. And right when she least expects it, a chirpy voice calls her right in front like the fairy godmother. But instead of a fairy godmother, it might as well be the very force of chaos and inconvenience that will bug her from day to night. "Heya! Been waiting for you!" Powder—or...Jinx, greets her. Caitlyn snaps her head up, looking at the girl with a surprised look. Her chin rests under her palm, giving Caitlyn a cheeky grin which only hits the moment harder. The deal. The letter. Crushes. 
  Vi—
 "You looked like you've seen a ghost." Powder chuckles at her. Caitlyn sees her holding a sandwich in her hand, offering it to her. "You must be hungry! Here!" She reluctantly takes it, blinking and keeping her gaze on the younger girl in order to grasp if this bundle of chaos is real. And she is. The girl is looking at her back, without a word, waiting for Caitlyn to talk, tapping her fingers on the table, expecting something; a reaction, an acknowledgement, a twitch. And so she does, reluctant and shy. Wary and aware. And immensely careful. For heaven's sake, this is her crush's younger sister. And right on the bat, she is overwhelming. "Are we really doing this?" Caitlyn holds the sandwich, looking at Pow-Jinx— with all her genuine focus to see if this whole thing is just a figment of her imagination. This can't be real. "Uh, are we not? You said you'd do it!" the girl says, shrugging, snapping her fingers in order for the memory to click. "I did." Caitlyn mindlessly hovers the sandwich in front of her lips, taking a small bite; the taste of the food, along with the feeling of disbelief really starting to hit her. "Oh Gods, I did." "Relax, tootssss. Just trust me." Powder snickers, waving her hand off like this wasn't a big deal. The cafeteria is slowly starting to fill up, but they pay no mind to the chatter happening in the background.  "I know Vi better than anyone else here. I gotchu. I'm the best source for your: how to win Vi freakin' Lane's heart like how she wins football every d@mn time guide. Number one: if you don't care about academics? Sh@t, you already lost. Number two: if you have a bitchy attitude? She's not gonna give you the time of day or even a fraction of attention. Number three: if you can handle her corny one liners, then chances are, you're gonna get her attenti—" "Time out, please." Caitlyn stops her with the gesture of a hand, too much information overload. "Let's...take it one at a time, Miss Lane?" "Eugh, why do you keep calling me miss? Jeez, you're too formal. Call me by my name, prez." Caitlyn gives her a deadpanned look, taking another bite. This makes the girl mirror her, action grabbing her own packed sandwich and staring at Caitlyn with equal disdain. This teamwork is going well already. "Well then how do you suppose we go about this Powder?" "Uhp uhp uhp!" the girl shakes her index finger before pointing it towards Caitlyn for necessary correction. "Jinx." "Is that your real name?" "No. But we are not in that level for you to call me that. Plus!" Jinx bites another piece, her words sounding muffled the next second. "It mfwakes me sfwound cooler." Caitlyn blinks, unable to comprehend the words. "My apologies, what?" Jinx emphasizes her gulp when she swallows the food. "I said, it makes me sound cooler. Duh." 
  Oh dear Lord.
 "You're ridiculous." "I'm a genius." Jinx corrects her once more, slamming a hand to finally get into needed business. "Anyways, here's the game plan! We meet every lunch for you to help me write a love letter. I want your skills for this, prez. The talent, the words, the flowery metaphors! I want your brain to summon every intelligence you can get out of it so I can impress and hopefully—HOPEFULLY—win my crush. And I'll do the same to you. Solid, ten outta ten plan." "So you need me for the letter," Caitlyn repeats. "Yes." "And in return, you help me win over Vi." "Big fat yes." Caitlyn gives her a challenging look, raising an eyebrow. "How?" Jinx shrugs, tapping her chin and not giving it much of a thought. "Dunno. I'll figure it out." Caitlyn scoffs, finishing her sandwich quickly before her body showed all the signs of complaining, utterly appalled. "You have a clear strategy for yourself but when it comes to me you'll just bl@@dy well wing it?!" This alliance is already questionable! "Yeah. My God, don't worry about this, Caitlyn Kill-a-man." "Do not call me that." "Whatever. Just trust me! We'll get this, okay? You got a powerhouse here on your side. You just gotta..." Jinx squints her eyes, snapping repeatedly to find the word and points a finger gun at Caitlyn when she did. "Believe in the magic of faith." "Faith." Caitlyn chuckles sarcastically, running a hand through her perfect, navy blue hair without a crazy strand in sight. "If that's the one thing I needed to believe, I reckon I'd have her fancy me—even for just a tiny bit—already." "But that ain't the case, ain't it?" Jinx points out, shrugging. Caitlyn exhales sharply through her nose, tilting her head as she studies Jinx unbothered, nibbling on the last of her sandwich like she hasn't just poked a glaring hole in Caitlyn's confidence. Vi wasn't like this. Yes, she may be wild on the field, but there was passion driving her every move in amidst her wild grin when she hits a goal, but at least there was composure and a bit of direction. "No," Caitlyn admits begrudgingly. "It isn't." Jinx grins, all smug and self-satisfied. "Then you, Caitlyn Kiramman, do need me." Caitlyn huffs. "Oh, fantastic. Just what I've always wanted. A wingman with absolutely no plan." "Uhp uhp uhp! Correction!" Jinx wags a finger. "A brilliant wingman with a yet-to-be-determined plan." "That doesn't make it any better." "Semantics," she waves a dismissive hand. "Look, I get that you like things all neat and sorted and well...thought out," she says this last part with dramatic air quotes. "But Vi's not some equation you can solve. And the thing is? We just ain't built like that. Nor raised like that. Caitlyn sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I never said she was." "No, but you're thinking it. 'Cause that's what you do, ain't it? Break everything down into little pieces till you've got it all figured out. But my sister and I? Caitlyn, life throws whatever it throws and we get hit by it. Then we learn how to dodge 'em until the next unpredictable sh@t hits us again in the face." Caitlyn stays silent. This is Jinx. Who wouldn't be familiar with her? She was just as exquisitely amazing in her class as Vi mentioned herself, maybe once or twice before where Caitlyn would always be in ear-shot, listening, always praising her sister for achieving this or that. As overwhelmingly, help me, of a mess she is, this was the girl Vi is most proud of. Jinx leans forward, eyes twinkling with something almost mischievous, but there's an edge of sincerity underneath it.  "Thing is, Caitlyn...some things? You gotta feel your way through 'em. Take a punch or two." Caitlyn crosses her arms, unimpressed. "Very insightful. Truly. What a philosopher you are." Jinx clicks her tongue. "Oh, I know. And you're lucky to have me," she smirks, slapping her hands down on the table. "Right! First order of business. We'll begin our orientation. So you may ask, who exactly are we writing this letter for!" Caitlyn barely stops herself from sighing. This is going to be exhausting. But the deal is done. An established promise was made. And they're both going to meet each other's end of the bargain.  The two eventually exchanged each other's numbers. And while they were at it, Caitlyn eventually finds out that the apple of Jinx's eye was junior high basketball player, Ekko himself. Infamously known for saving his team from losing when they're down on their points; the boy saviour, clutch player, whatever you want to call him, as they all say. Caitlyn's heard the stories, and had once read an article about him, maybe once or twice, along with Mylo, Clagg, and the whole basketball team's names included in the Runettera's Horizon Newspaper, their team picture included. They might be more similar than she initially thought. Swooning for student-athletes and all. But Caitlyn had no intention of keeping up tabs. As exhausting it had been, it was interesting and amusing hearing the younger girl talk about her friendship with the boy and rant about how pathetically cute, goofy, and annoying he was at times. And that hasn't stopped when they stood up from their table and stopped right in front of Jinx's locker. "Charmer, I tell you. Can't believe he's the only one I let him tease me like this without wanting to deck him in the face." For once, Caitlyn's amusement does bring a small smile to her lips. Unnoticeable but it's there when you look at it close enough. Jinx sighs, shaking her head like she's genuinely baffled by her own tolerance. "Must be his stupid, annoyingly perfect smile. Or the way he spins the ball on his finger like it's nothing. Or, ugh, I dunno, the voice?" she groans, slumping her weight against the locker. "It's disgusting. I hate it." Caitlyn raises her eyebrow, unconvinced with that claim. "It frankly sounds like the opposite of hate." "Don't psychoanalyze me, Kiramman," Jinx warns her but the threat doesn't hold weight. "Anyways, we'll start tomorrow, yeah? Lunch time. Us two. Cafeteria. Send me a draft if you wanna. I don't care. You know what to do." Caitlyn rolls her eyes, nodding. "Mhm." "Good," Jinx smirks, giving her a light nudge with her elbow. "We're soooo gonna make it work." "Caitlyn?" A familiar voice makes her stiffen. Jinx looks right behind her and her face lights up with a beaming smile, her excitement as high as Caitlyn's internal panic. "Oi, big sis! Didn't see you back at the cafeteria now that I think about it, where the hell have you been?" "Sevika." Vi's voice dropped into exhaustion. "Sorry for like bailing on you again." And Caitlyn Kiramman does not have the nerve to turn around and let her eyes meet Vi's halfway. But she does so anyway and there she was, stuck in between the Lane's sisters with one being an absolute menace and one her heart and mind desperately admired from afar (and at close distance at this point.) "Can't exactly beat your great love, sis. And I've accepted that fact long agoooo." Jinx playfully frowns, crossing her arms, sighing. Vi shakes her head, shoulders shaking from a brief chuckle. "It's for my college scholarship, you know this. Can't exactly let it go either." Caitlyn was tongue-tied, more focused on the floor of the hallway they're in.  I also know of that as well, her shy nature almost wants to boast. Vi doesn't miss the chance to take in her presence though and greets her.  "Hey, Caitlyn." "Hi, Vi..!" Caitlyn shuts her mouth immediately, overthinking if she came out too eager or pathetic. Remember when Caitlyn had a way with words. Unfortunately, when she's around Vi, it was statement enough to clarify that she only has her way through ink and paper. Vi does the talking, initiating it. "What's going on here?" "Right, I was talking to Cait what I was about to tell you." Jinx interrupts, saving Caitlyn from all the thinking, nudging her casually with an elbow to the rib. "Which...is?" "From this day forward, I'm joining princess Kiramman here for lunch. Meaningggg..." Jinx clicks her tongue, not in the state of asking for permission but rather to inform her sister. "I won't be joining lunch with you. Anymore." "Temporarily—" Caitlyn clarifies, thankful that the heat from her cheeks isn't melting anything. "Temporarily," Jinx repeats, chuckling. Vi doesn't show any signs of opposition to that with her shrug. Her curiosity doesn't waver though, understandably so. "Didn't know you guys are friends," she points out, stuffing her palms inside the pocket of her varsity jacket and naturally leaning her weight to lean her shoulder against the locker. "When did this happen?" "Oh, we just started!" Jinx chirps, way too blunt to not even fabricate that fact. "Why?" Vi raises an eyebrow, smiling at Caitlyn. My God—if she keeps smiling at her, she might forget how to speak. Vi's acknowledgement is making her feel richer than her own family's generational wealth. "I...need her for my literature lessons." Jinx, of course, does not notice Caitlyn's internal struggle. Either that or she really is just being a little—ahem. 
  Brat.
 Her crush tilts her head, both in a state of confusion and amusement. "Literature lessons." "Yep." the younger Lane nods. "You. Miss top one of Sir Viktor's class. Need literature lessons." Vi was making a point, trying to point out what needs to make sense of the whole situation. "I suck at metaphors." Powder confesses. Caitlyn couldn't help but cover her face from such an attempt. Vi scoffs. "Pow, you don't need a tutor." "Vi." Jinx playfully glares at her, the mention of her real name. Vi sighs, correcting herself. "Jinx, why are you bothering my classmate for this? The student council president, even?" "Because I suck at metaphorsssss." "Okay now that's some bullcrap." "Believe me! That's why I need her! And Caitlyn here's the best, right?!" the younger girl wraps an arm around Caitlyn's shoulders, having to tiptoe to reach over, forcing the taller girl to stumble a bit to be at her same level. Vi nods, looking at Caitlyn with so much— Shoot, she can't explain it. But it's making her stomach a garden where there's a whole zoo fluttering in it besides the butterflies. "Yeah, she is." the football player admits, agreeing to that sentiment. "Look...are you joining some writing competition I don't know about?" "That, I can't tell. It's confidential." Jinx says finally, before releasing her arm off of Caitlyn. "But I have trust in my new partner here, isn't that right, Caity patootie?" "Caitlyn's just fine, Jinx." she gives the girl a forced, tight-lipped smile, stepping away enough for Jinx to be in between them. "And yes, we are...working on something very important. Which I, truly had the honor to be involved in." See? She can lie too. Jinx finds satisfaction from that, knowing that she's winning left and right. "That's good to know," Vi says, letting this whole thing go. "Listen, Cait, I uh...I gotta need to borrow your li'l student here. Hope you don't mind. She needs to sort out a payment issue for her tuition, and if I don't make sure she actually does it, Mom's gonna kill me. Hope you don't mind." "Oh, of course! You didn't need my permission, Violet—" Jinx clears her throat like a broken car engine. Caitlyn's smile remains while her eye twitches quickly, correcting herself. Right. Vi prefers her nickname. "Really, Vi. It's okay. Go." "Thanks, Caitlyn." Vi smiles. "Uhp, uhp, uhp! Before that! Reflex check!" Before Vi can even process what's happening, Jinx suddenly tips herself forward, arms flailing dramatically. "Hey, catch me!" On pure instinct, Vi reacts fast, steady hands shooting out to catch her little sister before she faceplants onto the tiled floor. Jinx grins up at her, absolutely unbothered by the whole ordeal. "Good reflexes, sis!" Vi frowns. "What the hell was that for?" "Just making sure you're still sharp," Jinx shrugs, pulling herself upright like she didn't just nearly wipe out in the middle of the hallway. Vi shakes her head but doesn't argue further, used to her sister's antics. "Come on, let's go." Jinx, however, turns to Caitlyn. "Oh, right! Cait needs to leave now, too." Caitlyn blinks. "I do?" "Yup." The younger girl gives her a gaze and a very emphasized head tilt that urges her to actually go. Reluctantly, Caitlyn does take a step. What happens next? Instant regret. Jinx accidentally sticks her foot out just enough for Caitlyn's balance to falter. Caitlyn stumbles forward, eyes widening, and before she can crash, her yelp was about to turn into a scream but Vi's hands catch her by one hand on her waist and the other on her back, pulling the helpless girl closer so she wouldn't fall to the floor. The moment is brief but undeniably close. Caitlyn freezes, heat rushing to her face. Vi looks down at her, brows furrowed in concern and worry. She had never seen her so scared in her life. "Sh@t, Cait! Are you okay?!" From behind them, Jinx smirks. "Oops! My bad." Vi glares at her. "Pow—JINX, what the hell was that for?!" "What?" Jinx bats her lashes innocently. "Total accident!" then, with an exaggerated sigh, she mutters under her breath, but just loud enough for them to hear. "Geez, if you two wanna hold each other so bad, just say so." Caitlyn all but short-circuits, standing up, regaining her balance, stepping back quickly, face burning. Vi groans, running a hand down her face. "I swear to God, Powder—" "Jinx!" "Whatever! You shouldn't do that?!" Jinx only grins wider, pleased with herself. "Didn't take you to catch angels when they fall from heaven, Vi. I knew you were always the romantic." Caitlyn needs to go. Caitlyn needs to run. And she does— "I gotta go—" "Cait!" Caitlyn practically flees down the hall, flustered beyond belief. And Vi calls out her name loudly. But she didn't look back. She couldn't— 
  Oh my GOD—
  When Caitlyn went home, later that evening, she was going to back out.  She cannot handle that. If her strategies consist of Caitlyn's life at the edge of a cliff, she'd rather die single and just witness Vi date some other better girl rather than die first for the sake of any ounce of reciprocation, which at this point, Caitlyn is convinced will not happen. So she pulls out her phone, and texts Jinx to say her goodbyes.  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   hey. 

   i give up. 

   i don't care if you'll 
  
   keep saying i must 
  
   trust my soul to the 
  
   divine nature of "faith" 

   but i'm done. 

   i'd rather die a 
  
   peaceful death 
  
   before i let you do 
  
   that to me again. 
 Jinx immediately types back, which stunned Caitlyn that the girl was also holding her phone from the other side. But now's a good time to address this than never.  [    Jinx    :] 
   cait no. 
 Caitlyn pinches the bridge of her nose.  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   cait yes. 
  [    Jinx    :] 
   Caitlyn. 

   No. 

   :) 
 "Oh this little—"  [    Caitlyn    :] 
  Cait YES.
  [    Jinx    :] 
   caitlynnn 

   i'm HELPING 
  
   HEREEEE 
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   helping who, jinx? 
  
   WHO???? 

   bc it is not me. 

   i am not being helped. 

   i'm being murdered. 

   killed! 

   i almost died! 
  [    Jinx    :] 
   from the hands 
  
   of my sister? 

   yea u looked like 
  
   u were about to faint LOL 
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   that's not the point?!?! 

   My life FLASHED 
  
   BEFORE MY EYES! 
  [    Jinx    :] 
   i guess that's what happens 
  
   when your crush catches you 

   i f@ck@n love lesbians 

   you go gurl 
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   that's it, i'm 
  
   blocking you. 
  [    Jinx    :] 
   HA! 

   fat chance! 

   let's see if you will 
  
   in the next thirty seconds 
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   what does that mean? 
  [    Jinx    :] 
   kiramman. 
✨✨faith✨✨  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   HUH? 
 In a few seconds, Jinx might as well have been her fairy godmother after all. Or might this be an instance where Santa Claus had hired the worst person for the job to give Caitlyn an early present. Or maybe it's cupid, high on something. Because the notification she just received? Is from an unknown number. And that unknown number belongs to the very reason Caitlyn's blood pressure is at an all-time high. She forgets how to breathe. She forgets what language is. She forgets the very concept of existence itself. Her phone vibrates again.  [    Vi    :] 
   hey cait 

   uhm 

   f@ck 
 Caitlyn blinks, debating on whether to throw her phone or squeal her panic out. Vi's messages keep going, blessings and blessings overflowing—  [    Vi    :] 
   this is so embarrassing 
  
   but it's the right thing to 
  
   do. 

   i'm sorry for what my sister 
  
   pulled earlier, idk wtf got into 
  
   her head. 

   i hope you aren't mad 

   please forgive her 

   i'm really sorry, cait 

   oh my godddd 
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   Vi! 

   I'm not mad, believe me! 

   You didn't have to text me! 
 I'm not dreaming—, Caitlyn repeats the fact to herself. Oh, I almost died and my crush is texting me—  [    Vi    :] 
   Thank God 

   But still! 

   i'm so SORRY 

   i understand if you won't 
  
   provide her ur services anymore but 

   i dunno. 

   she's not like that. 

   pow's said she's 
  
   scared that you 
  
   probably hate 
  
   her now but i keep 
  
   reassuring her that 
  
   you don't. 

   she practically begged 
  
   me to text you to convince 
  
   you that she's really sorry 
 She shakes her head. Blinks. 
  Oh.
 
  So this is—
 She must admit. Jinx, in all her reckless, careless, and infuriating nature— She really thought this through. Caitlyn. Is beyond impressed. Who knew the chaotic little menace had the foresight to execute something so...perfectly orchestrated? This is strategy. This is calculated. This is direction.  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   vi 
 
  Don't mess this up, don't mess this up, don't mess this up—
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   I swear, with all my heart 
 
  That I'd willingly give to you.
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   That I'm not mad. 

   Your sister 

   Yes, she's a menace. 

   But a smart one. 

   She's thoughtful. 

   In the weirdest 
  
   ways but... 
 Caitlyn's thumbs hover over the keyboard. Having a way with words, she is one to make meanings and certain statements strong and flowery. But in this moment through text, she speaks the truth.  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   She cares. 

   And, I can 
  
   see that. 

   Nothing changes 
  
   after what happened. 
 Vi takes her time to type back. Caitlyn holds her breath, her fingers fidgeting the corner of her phone.  [    Vi    :] 
   Wow. 

   I didn't know you were so sweet. 
 Caitlyn stares at that message for too long and would have probably died a second time— Vi immediately starts typing back again. But Caitlyn's mind was stuck on that one adjective that had changed her life forever.  [    Vi    :] 
  also

   i know i said thanks but 

   thanks for saving my ass 
  
   in basic cal earlier 

   really means a lot 

   i didn't want to pass 
  
   it late again or solve the 
  
   whole worksheet during my 
  
   breaktime at the field. 

   you also saved mylo 
  
   and clagg even when you 
  
   didn't have to 

   and bc of my sister 

   i guess i saved you too?? :) 
 Why are you so adorable?! Caitlyn bites back a squeal. She is feeling a lot that she might as well freaking cry—  [    Vi    :] 
   Thanks, Cait 

   ur the best 

   hey 

   just poke me in class 
  
   if you want me to answer 
  
   your physics worksheet 
  
   for free. 

   no charge, promise :)) 
 Caitlyn reads that last message at least five times. Then five more. Then once again, just to make sure she isn't hallucinating. Her entire soul is malfunctioning because Vi just offered to do her physics worksheet. For free. No charge. Vi offered— Caitlyn lets out the most unholy sound known to mankind, somewhere between a strangled gasp and a high-pitched squeak. She buries her face in her pillow, legs kicking violently at the air. 
  This is too much. This is too much.
 Vi, her crush, her ridiculously beautiful, stupidly charming, effortlessly cool crush, just called her sweet. Just thanked her. Just offered to help her with physics— Caitlyn squeezes her eyes shut, forces herself to take deep breaths, and slaps her own cheeks lightly. She grabs her phone again, fingers shaking as she types.  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   vi 

   are you trying to kill me 
  [    Vi    :] 
   huh?? 
  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   nothing. ignore that. 

   thank you. for everything. 

   and no, i won't be making 
  
   you do my physics for me. 

   you may be 
  
   smarter than me 
  
   in that subject but i'd 
  
   rather not use you :,) 
  [    Vi    :]  hehe  technically, it's just teamwork   [    Caitlyn    :] 
   technically, it's me using you 
  [    Vi    :]   technically, i offered    :) 
   just say yes to me already. 
 Caitlyn groans, burying her face in her hands. She cannot do this. [    Caitlyn    :] 
   i won't be changing 
  
   my mind, really. 

   but thank you, truly. 
  [    Vi    :] 
   pls think about it. 

   seriously :) 

   only for you. 
  [    Caitlyn    :] just get  some rest   , vi     :) 
   we'll see. 
  [    Vi    :] 
   goodnight, cait :) 
 Caitlyn stares at that little smiley face like it holds the secrets of the universe. She drops her phone on her chest and lets out a long, slow sigh. This whole thing... Her mind drifts, caught somewhere between disbelief and a dangerously growing sense of hope. She turns onto her side, hugging her pillow, her thoughts spiraling into ridiculous daydreams she has no business entertaining. Her stomach flips. This is getting dangerous. Because what if— And then, just like that, a single intrusive thought slams into her daydream like a brick to the face. Jinx. Caitlyn jolts upright. "Oh, for the love of—" Of course. That little menace had probably been cackling to herself, knowing exactly how this would play out. The whole stupid, reckless, borderline disastrous plan, Jinx had known. But, still. This all happened because of that girl. And was evidence enough that she isn't involving Caitlyn in it only for her gain. They are a team. They are partners. And... They have crushes that they can win over if this keeps up. It's stupid, it's absurd, it's— Fantastic. Caitlyn grabs her phone, thumbs typing once more on the keyboard.  [    Caitlyn    :] 
   i'm working 
  
   on a draft so i can 
  
   show it to you. 

   I'll see you 
  
   tomorrow. 
 And the next second, the younger girl replies.  [    Jinx    :] 
   you're welcome ;)'
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