“Gavin,” Mrs. Moore—the principal called out. “Angela has accused you of stealing the fundraiser money. Do you have anything to say in your defense?” Gavin clenched his fists. “I didn’t do it,” he said firmly, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I would never steal.” Angela straightened in her chair, her face a mask of innocence. “I’m not lying, Mrs. Moore. I saw him take the money. If you don’t believe me, you can call Austin in. He saw it too.” Mrs. Moore raised an eyebrow and pressed the intercom. “Austin Smith, please come to the principal’s office immediately.” Moments later, Austin walked in, his face lighting up when he saw Angela. He flashed her a smirk before turning to Mrs. Moore. “You needed me, Principal Moore?” “Yes, Austin,” Mrs. Moore said. “Angela claims you witnessed Gavin stealing the fundraiser money. Is that true?” Austin glanced at Gavin, his smirk widening. “Oh, absolutely. I saw him take it with my own eyes. He thought no one was watching, but I caught

“Gavin!” The sound of his name made him stop in his tracks. He turned to see Angela standing a few feet away. “What do you want?” Gavin asked, his tone was cold and distant. Angela approached him, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Austin told me you just paid back the fundraiser money,” she said, crossing her arms. “Is it true?” “Yes, it’s true,” Gavin replied curtly, already turning to leave. “Now stop bothering me. I have somewhere to be.” Angela grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her. “Where did you get that kind of money?” Gavin yanked his arm free and glared at her. “I don’t owe you any answers, especially after you dumped me in front of everyone. Why don’t you go ask Austin? Isn’t he your new favorite person?” Her face twisted in anger. “I was just trying to have a conversation—” “A conversation?” Gavin snapped, his voice rising. “You humiliated me, lied about me, and called me a thief. You don’t get to act like we’re on good terms. Get out of my wa

Gavin parked his bike in the shadows of a quiet alley. The sound of the engine faded, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The adrenaline from his escape earlier still coursed through his veins. He ran a hand through his hair, looking around for a place to settle for the night. The nearest hotel was still pretty far. Gavin was about to get on his bike when he heard the familiar, mechanical voice in his head. [Second quest loading...][1...2...3...4...5...6...][Second quest successfully loaded.][Second quest activation complete.] [Revenge system: Defeat all opponents and save the general as your second quest.] Gavin frowned, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What does that even mean?" he muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the alley, expecting something—or someone—to appear. But the space was as empty as before. "Is this about going back home?" he asked aloud. "Am I supposed to fight Mr. Smith, Austin, and the guards?" The system didn’t respond, leaving Gavin wi

Gavin wiped the dripping milk from his eyes, his hand shaking as he stared at Ethan. The smug smirk on Ethan’s face made Gavin’s blood boil.“Pig! Pig! Pig!” Ethan began to chant, his voice loud and mocking. The rest of the cafeteria quickly joined in, their taunts echoing off the walls. “Pig! Pig! Pig!” Gavin’s chest tightened. He took a step forward, and the crowd grew quieter, sensing something was about to happen. In the heat of the moment, Gavin raised his hand and slapped Ethan across the face. The sound cut through the room like a whip, silencing everyone. Ethan stumbled back, holding his cheek. His shock quickly morphed into fury. “You’re gonna regret that,” he spat. Before Ethan could react further, Gavin delivered a punch to his nose, sending him reeling backward. The system’s voice echoed in Gavin’s mind. [Revenge System: Combat Mode Activated.][Guidance Uploaded… Execute Sequence Three.]Guided by the system, Gavin followed up with a third blow, catching Et

The store was half-empty as Gavin and Harrison walked in, each grabbing a cart. The weekend had finally arrived, and their highly anticipated house party was just a day away. Gavin looked around the aisles, mentally ticking off items from the list they'd made. "So," Harrison began, grabbing a bag of chips and tossing it into the cart. "How’s the invitation going? Did you send it out yet?" Gavin smirked as he picked up a case of soda. "I just posted it in the group chat before we got here. Should be buzzing by now." Harrison grinned. "Nice. This is going to be legendary. Everyone will remember this party. Especially after we make sure it’s fully stocked." They continued down the aisles, throwing snacks, candy, and drinks into the cart. Then Harrison paused near the alcohol section, eyeing the shelves with interest. “We need to get some booze,” Harrison declared confidently, pointing at the rows of beer and vodka. “A lot of it.” Gavin shook his head immediately. “No w