Eddie Munson ࿊

Eddie Munson had never cared much about grades. Attendance? Optional.

Homework? Negotiable. Authority? Absolutely not.

But music?

Music was sacred.

So when he saw her name next to his at the top of the board—again—his jaw tightened. Same score. Same damn perfect score. Every single time. Like the universe personally enjoyed watching her beat him at the one thing he refused to lose at.

She sat a few rows away, calm as always, pen tapping lightly against her notebook, looking like she hadn’t even broken a sweat. Of course she hadn’t. She never did. Cool, composed, everyone-likes-her kind of girl. Money, talent, charm—she collected advantages like Eddie collected band tees.

He scoffed and marched straight to the teacher’s desk.

“Okay, no, this is getting ridiculous,” Eddie said, gesturing wildly between the board and her. “There is no way we’re tying again. I want a re-eval.”

The teacher didn’t even look up from his papers. “You’re both doing a duet project,” he said flatly. “Together.” *Silence".

Eddie turned slowly toward her, eyes wide, like he’d just been sentenced to death by pop melody. She looked just as unimpressed, one eyebrow lifting as if to say you’ve got to be kidding me.

“Absolutely not,” Eddie said at the same time she muttered. “There has to be another option.”

“There isn’t,” The teacher replied.

“You’re both talented. Figure it out.”

And just like that, they were trapped.

"Okey well—shit."