The night before graduation, the untouchables sat in a quiet warehouse, a place that once represented their fortress but had become a symbol of their downfall. Jason, Aspen, Tayln, Nova, Sean, and Colton had agreed to meet, though the idea had sparked mixed feelings among them. Still, they all knew this would be their last chance to confront each other, to reflect, and perhaps to make amends.

Jason leaned against a dusty workbench, his arms crossed. "So... here we are. Our farewell tour."

Aspen, sitting on a rusted chair, rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. "Well, it's not exactly a gala or anything, but I guess it fits."

"Honestly, I wasn't sure everyone would show up," Nova said quietly, her voice more reserved than usual.

Sean nodded, tapping his foot nervously. "I figured Jason would flake."

Jason shot him a glare but softened almost immediately. "Yeah, well... I'm here. We all are. And I think we need to talk."

Colton, leaning against the wall, crossed his arms. "Talk about what? How we all ended up like this? Or how we let it happen?"

"Both," Jason said, his voice firm but tinged with regret. "Look, I'll start. I was an idiot. I thought I could get away with everything—cheating, sneaking around, using people. And, yeah, I deserved what happened. I was selfish and arrogant, and I didn't care who I hurt as long as I stayed on top. That's on me."

There was a moment of silence as the group absorbed Jason's words.

Aspen leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "You're not the only one who thought you were untouchable. I thought I was better than everyone else because I could get away with anything. Stealing, lying, making people feel small—it made me feel powerful. But now? Now I know how much it hurt others. And how much it hurt me."

Tayln, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke. "I used to think I was invisible in this group. Like I didn't matter as much as you guys. But I wasn't invisible to the people I hurt. I see that now. And honestly? It sucks to be on the other side. But it taught me something... being cruel doesn't make you powerful. It makes you weak."

Nova shifted in her seat, her hands folded in her lap. "I thought I was in control, too. My life looked perfect from the outside, but it was all fake. I lied to myself and to everyone else, and I paid for it. But I'm trying to fix things. With my parents, with myself... I'm trying."

Sean exhaled sharply. "We all messed up. I mean, I used what I knew about Hargrove to get ahead, to protect my spot on the team. I justified it by saying I didn't have a choice, but the truth is, I did. And I made the wrong one. I've been telling myself I'll do better, but honestly? It's harder than I thought."

Colton nodded, his jaw tightening. "Same here. I got caught up in the rush of it all—the races, the money, the power. I didn't think about how dangerous it was or how many people I put at risk. I just wanted to win. But now I'm realizing there's more to life than that. And I've got a lot to make up for."

The group fell into silence again, the weight of their shared confessions hanging in the air.

Aspen broke it first. "Do you think we'll ever move past this? Like, really move on?"

Jason shrugged. "I don't know. But I think tonight is a good start."

Tayln smirked. "Who knew Jason would be the voice of reason for once?"

Jason rolled his eyes but chuckled. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it."

Sean leaned forward, his gaze serious. "I think what matters is that we learned something. We can't undo what we did, but we can choose to be better moving forward."

Nova nodded. "Agreed. And maybe... maybe we can leave this behind us. Start fresh."

Colton glanced around the room, his expression thoughtful. "So... are we good? Like, are we actually okay with each other?"

Aspen smiled softly. "I think we can be. It'll take time, but I'm willing to try."

The others murmured their agreement, and for the first time in months, there was a sense of unity among them—a fragile but genuine truce.

The next day, graduation arrived in a flurry of caps and gowns. Families filled the auditorium, cheering as each student walked across the stage. Zahari and Liya sat together near the back, watching quietly.

"They look so different now," Zahari said, her gaze lingering on Jason and the others as they accepted their diplomas.

"They've changed," Liya replied. "And maybe that's enough."

After the ceremony, the untouchables exchanged brief goodbyes with each other, their parting bittersweet. They knew they wouldn't return to the friendships they once had, but they also knew they were leaving behind the worst parts of themselves.

Later that evening, Zahari and Liya sat in Liya's room, staring at the screen of their laptop. The exposure account was still active, but it had been quiet since Jason's downfall.

"We should post one last video," Zahari said, her voice soft but resolute.

Liya raised an eyebrow. "What would we say?"

"We will make a video. A reminder to those who come after us to take heed to."

With that, the girls got to work.