Chapter 1861

Honestly, they were all kind of stunned. Sure, competing with Jane in design was

no walk in the park, but it wasn't nearly as nerve-wracking as going up against

Tyler.

"Alright, we're in."

After a quick huddle, the girls agreed, each one looking fired up and ready to go.

"But some of us don't even know how to design," someone hesitated.

"I told you, as long as any one of you can beat the person I pick, that's all that

matters."

With it laid out so simply, there was nothing left to argue about. The girls got to

work, sketching out ideas, while the ones who couldn't design pitched in however

they could.

Fiona just sat back, quietly munching on potato chips, eyes glued to the sparring

match. She was pretty sure Tyler would wipe the floor with everyone.

Once the crowd around her drifted off, Jane wandered over, still looking a little

lost, and dropped into the seat beside Fiona.

"What did you mean earlier? You want me to design something and compete

against them?" Jane asked, confused.

Fiona nodded. "Yep. International Glam needs fresh faces. If any of these girls

show promise, even better."

Jane caught on in an instant.

She was from the Kidd family, so helping Fiona out wasn't as easy for her as it

had been for Jasmine. Fiona was clearly using this as a way to scout new talent

for International Glam.

"How'd you even think of poaching people at school? If Mr. Garcia finds out, he'll

totally freak," Jane said, shaking her head.

"Everyone needs a job eventually," Fiona replied with a shrug. "I'm just helping

them lock down something solid ahead of time."

Jane had to admit, it made sense. She handed Fiona a bottle of iced lemon tea.

"Want some? Just got it-still cold."

"Thanks."

They drifted into easy conversation,

eventually landing on the Bryant

family. Jane glanced over, noticing

Fiona was still laser-focused on the

match lips pressed together. Finally,

Jane spoke up.

"The Bryant family's got some woman who just won't leave them alone."

Truth was, it wasn't just the Bryants; Jane's own dad had been caught up in it too.

"Hey, check out that punch Tyler just

threw. Perfect timing. He's definitely

gotten even better," Fiona remarked,

eyes never leaving the field.

Jane had come here to talk to Fiona about that exact thing, but Fiona seemed

totally unfazed, even dragging Jane into spectating the match.

"Fiona, aren't you even a little surprised?"

Fiona didn't answer. Jane just closed her mouth and fell quiet too.

About half an hour later, Tyler had

knocked down almost every guy in

class. He'd earned everyone's

respect-not just for his fighting

skills, but for his insane stamina

The guys had been cycling through nonstop, barely catching their breath, while

Tyler only looked a little winded.

"Tyler, dude, you're a beast. All those matches and you're barely sweating!"

"Guess I'm just used to working out," Tyler said with a crooked grin.

"Next time you train, invite us! And seriously, is Fiona really stronger than you?"

Tyler nodded without hesitation. No way was he going to deny how tough Fiona

was-it was just the truth.

The guys all turned to look at Fiona, doubt all over their faces.

She looked so small and delicate, like you could knock her over with a feather.

How could she possibly be stronger than Tyler?

Even if those news stories about Fiona were true, wasn't everyone exaggerating

just a bit?