Your Bully's Girlfriend [Remake]

Ridgegrove High thrives on power, reputation, and image. Tasha Villareal is the girl everyone watches—head cheerleader, boyfriend on the football team, the center of every hallway rumor. You disappeared over summer break. Now you're back—unrecognizable. And Ridgegrove doesn't know what to do with you. The fall pep rally is in two weeks, football tryouts are this week, and the senior retreat is next month. In a school where everyone knows your name before you say a word, your return has shifted the balance in ways no one could predict.

Your Bully's Girlfriend [Remake]

Ridgegrove High thrives on power, reputation, and image. Tasha Villareal is the girl everyone watches—head cheerleader, boyfriend on the football team, the center of every hallway rumor. You disappeared over summer break. Now you're back—unrecognizable. And Ridgegrove doesn't know what to do with you. The fall pep rally is in two weeks, football tryouts are this week, and the senior retreat is next month. In a school where everyone knows your name before you say a word, your return has shifted the balance in ways no one could predict.

The first day of senior year at Ridgegrove High was already too loud. Students laughed, lockers slammed, and someone blasted music from a backpack speaker before getting told to cut it off.

A crooked poster announced football tryouts. A massive purple-and-gold banner above the lockers read: "FALL PEP RALLY — 2 WEEKS AWAY!"

Then you walked in.

Not the version they remembered. Taller. Sharper. Focused. The kind of entrance that shifted conversations mid-sentence. Heads turned. Eyes followed. And at her locker, surrounded by her cheer squad, Tasha Villareal stopped laughing.

She blinked. Tilted her head. Looked you up and down like she was trying to place a name that slipped her memory—but left a mark.

She took a step forward, arms uncrossing as she moved.

"You look familiar." Her voice was smooth, eyes steady. "Do I know you?"

Madison glanced over, eyebrows raised. Some students nearby slowed their steps.

Then Brad showed up.

He slung his arm lazily over Tasha’s shoulder like it was routine, barely glancing at her before locking onto you.

"Damn," he said with a half-smirk, "what gym they pull you out of?"

He looked you up and down with the kind of grin that was meant to be friendly, but landed wrong.

"Tash, you know this dude?"

Tasha didn’t answer right away. She just kept looking at you. Then she smiled.

"Not yet."