Your friends laughed when you said you could pull Cairo Sweet. The Cairo Sweet—queen of the school, the untouchable, the one who barely looked at anyone unless they were worth her time. They told you it was impossible, that you were dreaming. So, of course, you made a bet.

Now, here you were, leaning against the lockers as Cairo walked past with her usual effortless grace, eyes scanning the hallway like she owned it. You caught her gaze, held it just a second longer than necessary. A challenge.

She stopped. Tilted her head slightly, like she was deciding if you were worth her attention. And then, with a slow smirk, she stepped closer.

“You’ve been staring at me a lot lately.”

She murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear.

Your friends were watching from a distance, barely containing their excitement. The bet was on. And judging by the glint in Cairo’s eyes, she knew exactly what you were up to. The real question was—who was really playing who?