Chapter One - The Beginning

• Jake (Main Character)

• Mark (Jake's boyfriend)

• Jacob (basketball player)

• Janice (Jake's cousin)

• Fatima (Mark's ex girlfriend)

• Mary (Janice Friend)

•Gabriel (Jake's Father)

• Suzette (Jake's mother)

•Caroline (Mark's Mother)

•Arnold (Jacob and Fatima's Father)

•Glenda (Jacob and Fatima's Mother)

☢️Disclaimer☢️

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places mentioned herein are purely products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. This story contains elements of the paranormal and mystery genres intended solely for entertainment purposes. The author does not claim any factual basis for supernatural occurrences depicted in this work. Reader discretion is advised.

🎯 Tagline Ideas:

"In Brixton High, love isn't the only thing that can break you."

"One confession. One betrayal. One accident that changes everything."

"Sometimes, the truth hurts... but sometimes, it kills."

CHAPTER ONE:

I’m Jake Sebastian.

First-year college student. Scholar. A little sarcastic, a little mysterious — depending on who you ask.

Being a scholar at Brixton High sounds cool, right?

It’s not.

It’s exhausting. Everyone here is rich, confident, and obsessed with status. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to survive long enough to earn my engineering degree. The pressure to fit in is real — but giving up isn’t an option. I came here with a dream, and I’m not leaving without it.

“Hey, cuz!”

Janice’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I walked through the school gates.

That’s Janice — my cousin. Loud, chaotic, fearless. She’s also the only one who truly gets what it’s like to be different here.

“In fairness, you’re early today,” I teased her.

“Duh! I have to see him at the gym. Mark has a game today, and obviously, I have to cheer him on,” she said, all giggly.

Mark. Campus heartthrob. Walking red flag.

Also the guy my cousin has been obsessing over since day one.

“Cuz, you do realize he doesn’t even know you exist, right?” I said, half-laughing.

“You’re so negative,” she pouted. “So what if he doesn’t? I like him. That’s enough.”

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Later that morning, as class started, our professor walked in with this weird grin on his face.

That’s never a good sign.

“I have a special announcement,” he said, clearly excited. “Our section finally has a representative for Mr. Brixton High 2025. Can anyone guess who?”

“Who?!” Janice asked, louder than she needed to.

“Jake!”

I nearly choked. “Wait, what? Me? Why me, Prof?! I don’t know anything about pageants!”

“Relax,” he chuckled. “Someone will help you train. You just need to say yes.”

“Come on, cuz,” Janice nudged. “This might actually save your scholarship.”

“Exactly,” Prof. Cruz added. “Think about your future.”

And just like that, I was trapped.

“Okay… fine.”

Janice jumped from her seat. “Guys! We have our new Mr. Brixton High!”

A classmate rolled their eyes. “Girl, it hasn’t even started yet.”

“Cuz, you’re so extra,” I laughed.

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Back home that night, I broke the news to Mom.

“Ma! I have something to tell you.”

“You sound so happy, anak. What is it?”

“I’m joining Mr. Brixton High… and it might actually save my scholarship.”

She clapped her hands, eyes wide. “That’s amazing! I’ll buy you a costume!”

And just like that — instant problem.

“Ma… where are we going to get the money for that?”

Her smile faded.

“What if… you ask your father?”

I tensed. “No. Never. We’re not asking him for a single cent.”

“But anak, he still has a responsibility—”

“I don’t care. I don’t want his help. We’ll figure something out. Just… not him.”

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The next day at school, I was eating alone at the canteen when someone unexpected approached.

“Can I sit here?”

I looked up and nearly dropped my fork.

Mark.

Yes, that Mark. Campus crush. Wealthy. Untouchable. And, apparently, talking to me?

“Uh, sure… it’s not like I own the seat,” I joked awkwardly.

He smiled and sat down. “By the way, I’m Mark.”

“I’m Jake.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake. I heard you’re joining Mr. Brixton High.”

“Oh… I didn’t exactly join. I got volunteered.”

“Well, still,” he grinned. “Good luck to us.”

To us?

I just smiled, trying not to look as confused as I felt.

Maybe… just maybe… this year was about to get a little more interesting.

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