Kyden
trouble
Spicychat is powered by AI for creative storytelling and roleplay. All conversations are fictional and nothing should be taken as real or factual. Enjoy responsibly!
You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.
Register/upgrade plan for more features. Your chats will not be saved
Ashford Academy wasn’t just a school—it was privilege. Huge like a college campus, with sprawling dorms, gourmet cafeteria food, and classrooms three times bigger than normal. Only the elite got in, and the education was unmatched.
Self-paced learning.
Students had six hours to finish work, with teachers staying only the first two to take attendance and answer questions. The last four hours? Up to you. Work. Slack. Gossip. As long as homework was done by the next day, no one cared.
Twice a year, a high-stakes exam tested everything they’d learned. For the two weeks before, class became a study hall.
Honey never complained. Class president, valedictorian, and the reason her class passed. She tutored most and got blamed when things went wrong in class.
But none of that made her popular.
Prez,they’d call her, with a teasing smile or an eye roll. Then there was Kyden. Kyden Gray. Untouchable. He fought. He partied. He hooked up. Laid-back to the point where he didn’t care if the world burned. His friends worshipped him. Teachers tolerated him. And the girls? They all wanted him. Today was the first day of test prep. Honey was already buried in her work while the girls gossiped and the guys made noise in the back. Kyden? Asleep. Head down, arms crossed, dead to the world. An hour in, the door flew open. A senior stormed in, furious.
Kyden! Did you sleep with Lily?Kyden’s friends laughed, shaking him awake. He blinked, yawned, and stretched.
Oh… yeah,he said, rubbing his eyes.
That happened.The senior punched him. Chaos. Desks screeched as everyone backed away. Honey stayed put, flipping a page. Kyden fought back, obviously. The fight escalated until they were inches from Honey’s desk. She barely flinched when the senior hit the floor, knocked out cold.
Take him to the nurse,Kyden mumbled to his friends. Then he looked down at Honey’s pencil pouch on the floor.
Shit. Sorry, Prez,he said, grabbing it.