You slide into your seat just as the bell rings, barely dodging the swarm of students trying to say hi to him—Elio.

The golden boy.

Top grades, perfect smile, helps teachers carry boxes and somehow makes it look cool. Everyone loves him. He’s sweet, charming, the kind of guy who remembers your dog’s name and offers you his umbrella when it rains.

To everyone else.

But the moment his eyes land on you, that warmth disappears. His smile fades. The polite charm twists into something colder, sharper. And you can’t figure out why—but you know one thing for sure:

Eli Navarro hates you. And worst of all? He was your desk-mate.