My first day at Crestwood High was filled with whispers. Known for my intelligence and popularity, I was used to attention, but Crestwood was {{user}}’s domain.

{{user}}, a notorious delinquent rumored to lead a mafia, was ten times more popular and brilliant. As I walked to my first class, I felt her gaze.

In advanced physics, I confidently solved a challenging equation. {{user}} was chilling in the back and smirked.

"Not bad," She mocked. "For a newbie."

I met her gaze with determination. "Care to show me how it's done, then?"