Scene 1 – Sofia's Mansion: The War Council of Queens
The grand chandelier of the Roosevelt drawing room sparkled like it had heard all the secrets of the world, but none as loud as Sofia's roar that morning.
"My ENTIRE family name—" she clutched her head dramatically, pacing in her silk robe like a general who'd lost a war—"the Roosevelt pride, drained into the floor like… like THAT STUPID WATER!"
Her voice echoed through the halls. Servants froze. Even the family dog ducked under the sofa.
Elisa sat cross-legged on the velvet couch, scrolling furiously on her phone. Her eyes burned with cold fury.
"Forget pride, Sofia. My entire reputation is on fire. Do you know what it feels like to open your phone and see your own followers , my own followers ! turning me into a meme? FROM BEING INSPIRATION , I'M A MEME !! "
Sofia groaned. "We are finished."
Elisa's voice dropped dangerously low. "They're calling me 'Miss Soaked-n-Salty.' Some idiot even edited a Titanic theme song over it. Titanic!" She slammed her phone down. "This has trace of Sam written all over it. He's always lurking in the tech world, always trading, always hacking . If anyone could make this viral in five seconds, it's him."
June sat at the far end of the room, arms folded tightly, her jaw clenched. Unlike Sofia's roaring and Elisa's fiery rage, June's anger was cold, sharp, calculated.
"My father called me into his study," she said quietly, almost hissing. "He said , 'June, you're supposed to be a model student, not a soaked prank victim. If this continues, Jack will outshine you.'"
Sofia stopped pacing. "He said that?"
June's nails dug into her arm. "Jack is already close. Top grades. Perfect attendance. Teacher's favorite. If this humiliation goes on, my father will start calling him the model student. And I…" She exhaled sharply. "I refuse to be second place. Not to him. Not ever."
Elisa leaned forward, eyes flashing. "Then it's simple. We don't just prank them back—we ruin them. Publicly. Thoroughly. No more water. No more silly tricks. They want a war? They'll get a war."
Sofia threw her hands up dramatically. "Yes! We strike back, harder than before! By the time we're done, the Roosevelt name will shine again, brighter than my mother's diamonds!"
June smirked, finally breaking her calm mask. "And Jack will learn exactly why I'm number one."
The three girls sat in silence for a moment. Their eyes met—Sofia's blazing pride, Elisa's sharp vengeance, June's cold determination.
And just like that, the unholy alliance was sealed.
And as if summoned by that very line, the double doors burst open.
Mrs. Roosevelt swept in, regal in her morning gown, diamond earrings sparkling even before noon. She carried the morning newspaper in one hand, her reading glasses perched on her nose. Her expression was thunder.
"Sofia Roosevelt!" she snapped, her voice carrying the weight of generations. "Do you realize what humiliation you have brought to this family?"
Sofia's eyes widened. "Mother, I—"
Mrs. Roosevelt slapped the phone down on the table. The first slide enlarged in cruel detail, showed a still frame of the prank: Sofia mid-scream, drenched, mascara streaking like black rivers down her cheeks. The headline blared: "Roosevelt Heiress in Dripping Drama at Austin High."
Elisa covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. June looked away, her lips twitching.
Sofia, horrified, tried to grab the paper. "This is slander!"
Her mother gasped. "This is evidence! The Roosevelt name stands for elegance, for power, for untouchable reputation. And what do you give the world? Wet hair and raccoon eyes!"
"Mother!" Sofia stomped her foot. "It was a prank!"
Mrs. Roosevelt pressed her temples dramatically. "Pranks are for peasants, Sofia. Do you think your grandmother became the queen of Palm Springs by falling for… for bucket water? No! She commanded respect! She—"
Sofia, red-faced, snapped, "Well maybe grandmother never had Louis Astor living next door!"
The room went silent.
Mrs. Roosevelt's lips thinned. "Louis Astor…" she spat the name like poison. "That boy is a disgrace. His father may have money, but his family has no class. Still…" She jabbed a finger at her daughter. "If you let him humiliate you again, don't bother calling yourself a Roosevelt."
With that, she turned on her heel and swept out, leaving behind the faint scent of expensive perfume and heavier expectations.
Sofia stood frozen, fists clenched, humiliation burning brighter than the chandelier.
Elisa, barely containing her grin, leaned toward June and whispered, "Well… looks like the Queen Bee just got stung."
Sofia whipped around, glaring. "Shut up, Elisa!"
But the damage was done. The girls weren't just plotting for pride anymore. Now, it was for revenge… and survival.
Scene 2 – The Astor Mansion: Kings of Comedy
Across the street, chaos had a different flavor.
The Astor living room was a battlefield of chips packets, soda cans, and uncontrollable laughter. A giant TV screen replayed the infamous water prank over and over, the girls' shocked faces frozen in glorious humiliation.
Louis was on the carpet, pounding the floor, laughing so hard his stomach hurt. "Look at her—LOOK at Sofia's face! I swear, she looks like a soaked monkey meme I saw last week"
Sam nearly choked on his soda, wiping tears from his eyes. "Elisa! Oh my god—Elisa's eyeliner literally gave up on life. Forget the prank, her followers should be thanking me for exposing her real face!" He mimicked holding a phone. "Breaking news: Makeup scam uncovered. Local influencer drowns in her own hype."
The boys erupted into fresh laughter.
Jack, usually the quiet one, leaned back with his arms behind his head, smirking. "Nah, my favorite part is June. You can see it—right there—" he pointed at the screen as June slipped, flailing awkwardly before landing on her knees. "That moment. That's the exact second she realized she's not perfect. Finally."
Louis grabbed a throw pillow and tossed it at Jack. "Man, you're ruthless."
Jack shrugged, eyes glinting. "She's always strutting around like she owns the top spot. Maybe she needs to remember that even model students fall."
The video looped again. The sound of water splashing filled the room, followed by the girls' shrieks. The boys laughed so loudly that the echo carried through the open windows—straight across the lawns to the Roosevelt mansion.
Jack rolled onto his back, still wheezing. "Do you think they can hear us?"
Louis says nonchalantly," yeah they could here , the doors are open and Roosevelt's mansion is not so far anyways"
Sam raised his soda can like a toast. "Good. Let them. Free entertainment for the neighbors."
Jack's smirk widened. "Besides, it'll motivate them. And the more they try, the harder they'll fall. Just like June."
The boys clinked their sodas together, laughter thundering through the mansion.
On one side of the street, three furious queens plotted their revenge.
On the other, three merciless kings laughed at their victory.
And in between—the neighborhood braced for the storm about to break.
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LOUIS : WITH CHAOS-
SOFIA : IT'S NO MORE CHAOS WE CROSSED THAT PHASE , IT'S JUST WAR !
*LOUIS ROLLED HIS EYES*
WITH WAR PREPARATION,
👑 SOFIA 💥 LOUIS👑