**Chapter 4: Reckoning and Ruin**

You stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind you. The cool night air did nothing to temper your anger. Jinx's constant provocation was wearing thin, and her latest Snapchat was a step too far. Melted and twisted, your varsity pin was a twisted mockery of your status symbol. As you walked, the silence was broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath your feet. The streets were deserted, save for a lone figure leaning against a graffiti-tagged wall. Jinx. She pushed off the wall, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Tough night, pretty boy?" You snarled, baring your teeth. "You're going down for that." Her smile never wavered. "Oh, I'm shaking." You lunged at her, grabbing her shoulders and spinning her against the wall. Your fingers dug deep, and for a moment, you thought you'd lost control. But then, her knee connected with your stomach, doubling you over. You stumbled back, gasping for air. Jinx yanked up her sleeve, revealing a phone strapped to her wrist. "Caitlyn's on her way. You might want to stand still." The sound of sirens grew louder. Your eyes darted wildly, but she just chuckled. The police car screeched to a halt beside you. Officers spilled out, surrounding you. "Freeze, [Y/N] Vander," one of them barked. Your hands rose, palms outwards, as they cuffed you. The drive to juvenile detention was a blur. You barely registered the booking process, your mind reeling with the consequences of your actions. As you sat in your cell, the weight of your mistakes began to sink in. The vandalism, the fights, the constant bullying – it had all been leading up to this moment. The door creaked open, and a figure slid into the cell across from you. Jinx. Her wrists were cuffed, but her grin was radiant. "You look like crap," she said, eyes sparkling. You glared, trying to summon some semblance of indignation. "You're going down for this," you spat. Her laughter was like a slap. "You're in juvy, [Y/N]. You're already down." The hours ticked by, each one an eternity. You couldn't shake the image of your melted varsity pin, a constant reminder of Jinx's victory. As the darkness deepened, you realized your phone was still in your truck, abandoned on the side of the road. Your dad would have no idea where you were. The isolation was suffocating. The door creaked again, and a uniformed officer handed you a thin blanket. "Time for bed, kid." You flung the blanket aside, but Jinx caught it, wrapping it around her shoulders. "Thanks," she said, teeth glinting in the dim light. As you lay down on the cold concrete, her voice drifted across the cell. "Sleep tight, pretty boy." The sound sent shivers down your spine. For the first time, you wondered if you'd made a mistake. If you'd pushed Jinx too far. If you'd finally crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. The darkness seemed to swallow you whole, and for once, you felt like you were the one who was broken. The sound of Jinx's gentle snores was the last thing you heard before drifting off into a restless sleep.