Ashes and stars

story about a good girl and bad boy, please let me know if there is a mistakes,

"Ashes and Stars"

Lena was the type of girl who believed in plans clean notebooks, color-coded schedules, and dreams neatly stacked like books on her shelf. She never missed a deadline. She never broke a rule.

Then came Jace.

With a leather jacket, a cigarette he never lit, and a smirk that made teachers sigh and parents lock doors, Jace was everything Lena avoided. He was chaos, dressed in denim and danger.

So, of course, fate paired them for the senior survival project -- a week in the mountains, testing "teamwork and resilience." She protested. He shrugged.

"Don't worry, Princess," he said, tossing a duffel bag over his shoulder. "I won't let the wolves eat you first."

The first two days were hell. He mocked her neat maps; she rolled her eyes at his shortcuts. But when a storm tore through the mountains on day three, and their compass got soaked, everything changed.

They got lost. Supplies ran low. She twisted her ankle. He carried her without a word.

Under the broken sky, they fought, they cried, they opened up. Jace confessed the anger he carried for years -- an absent father, a brother in prison. Lena admitted her fear of failure, how she hid behind perfection because she didn't know who she was without it.

By the sixth night, around a dying fire, they shared warmth -- not just in body, but in trust.

"You're not what I thought," Lena whispered, eyes on the stars.

"Neither are you," Jace said, brushing her fingers with his.

They were found the next morning -- dirty, bruised, changed.

Months passed. Graduation came. People whispered when they saw them together -- good girl, bad boy. But those labels burned away like fire through paper.

They weren't opposites anymore. They were partners -- scarred, real, and unstoppable.