DO NOT PROVOKE ME

Cherry beamed with pride as she walked through the bustling hallway, her article clutched in the hands of every student. They devoured each word, their eyes scanning the pages with rapt attention. She had poured her heart and soul into the piece, perfecting every sentence over the weekend. The headline alone was a masterpiece: "The Secrets of the Lone Wolf: What Lies Behind That Captivating Smile." The students' hushed whispers filled the air, their minds abuzz with theories and speculations sparked by Cherry's writing. As she made her way through the crowd, she reveled in the soft murmur of excitement, her pride and accomplishment swelling with each step.

The article featured a striking visual spread: a snapshot of Troy's opulent mansion, a dramatic image of him halting a bus with ease, and a candid photo of him donning sunglasses on the soccer field. These visuals fueled the students' curiosity, leaving them eager for Cherry's next installment. As she navigated the crowded hallway, a student called her from afar:

"Cherry, is it true you ventured into his mansion?" She confirmed with a nod, "Yes, it's truly magnificent and exudes luxury."

The gathering crowd bombarded her with questions, seeking her insights.

"What are your speculations"

With a knowing smile, she replied, "A good journalist doesn't speculate, she uncovers the truth and shares it with the world." When asked about her next article, she teased, "Only time and research will tell."

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As the bell rang and the crowd dispersed, their anticipation palpable, awaiting Cherry's next exposé on the enigmatic Troy. Cherry continued walking with confidence until she was swiftly swept off her feet. In a matter of seconds, she found herself in a secluded corridor, a route that would have normally taken two minutes to reach. Troy's familiar gaze met hers, and she raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Will this become a habit, Troy?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Troy's response was cryptic, "Depends on whether you obey me or not."

Cherry's eyes narrowed, seeking clarification, "What do you mean?"

Troy's tone turned stern. "Stay out of my affairs, and you'll never have to see me again. The whole school is now fixated on me, thanks to your article. I can handle it, but you need to stop writing about me."

Cherry smirked, her eyes sparkling with defiance. "You should be grateful; I've boosted your popularity significantly."

Troy's expression remained unyielding, his eyes locked intensely on hers. The air was thick with tension, their words hanging in the balance.

Troy's frustration mounted as Cherry remained oblivious to the gravity of her actions. His attempt to provoke her was met with stubborn defiance. "Never write another paper about me, Miss Keller," he warned, his smirk hinting at secrets untold.

Cherry's determination only strengthened, but Troy's gaze sent an inexplicable chill down her spine. The air thickened, heavy with an unspoken threat. Her heart raced as she trembled, her eyes locked on his. The fear was palpable, yet she couldn't explain its source.

Troy's parting words echoed in her mind: "Do not provoke me." The ominous tone lingered, leaving her contemplative and hesitant.

Back in class, Cherry's teacher, Mr. Forger, jolted her out of her reverie. "Cherry, I expect more focus from you. You're one of my top students, and I won't let your grades slip due to distractions." He noticed her pensiveness, her pen habitually poised on her chin.

Cherry apologized, her gaze shifting to the board. Mr. Forger continued, "I've noticed you're struggling with physics. I'll assign you a grade 12 tutor. You can choose to meet on school grounds or at home."

Cherry nodded, understanding. Her difficulties with physics were no surprise, given her rocky relationship with the subject and her home room teacher, who also taught physics.

Cherry struggled to concentrate for the remainder of the class, her mind preoccupied with unraveling the enigma that was Troy Rivers. She brainstormed tirelessly, determined to crack the code. Suddenly, a sly smile spread across her face as a ingenious plan took shape in her mind. With a ninety percent chance of success, she felt a surge of confidence and anticipation. The wheels were in motion, and she was ready to put her plan into action.

The annual grade 12 party, a longstanding tradition, was fast approaching, coinciding with the ominous Blood Moon Week. The origins of this custom had been lost to time, but its allure remained strong. Cherry's soaring popularity and her brother's influence as student council president ensured her invitation was a foregone conclusion. The grade 12 students typically chose a classmate's residence to host the festivities, and with the Blood Moon looming, they were likely to select a venue for this year's celebration. Cherry's mind raced with a singular focus: how to manipulate the party's location to Troy Rivers' abode, the epicenter of the mysteries she aimed to unravel.