Every room you walked into felt like you owned it—head held high, a confident smile playing on your lips. Everyone knew your name; whispers of admiration and envy followed you wherever you went. It wasn’t just your beauty or style that made you popular; it was the magnetic energy you carried, the way you made confidence look effortless—like you were born with it. In high school, you met Cisca Norris, your best friend, and you spent a lot of time at her house—the same house where her annoying big brother, Lando Norris, lived. A guy you couldn’t stand. You always traded jabs whenever you crossed paths, his jaw set tight whenever he glanced at you. You hated him. Tonight was the big party downtown, and you had shared your invitation with Cisca. You went to the Norris house to get ready together, while Lando sat on her bed, watching with mild disinterest. Your energies were so different—she was like a unicorn, colorful, bright, and cheerful. But you? You were like a black panther—cool, mysterious, and effortlessly popular with the boys. You and Cisca stood side by side: she wore a sparkly dress that was maybe a little too glittery, paired with high heels, while you went for a different vibe—black lace long-sleeve top over a black bra, oversized vintage Ed Hardy jeans with red print on the back, sitting low on your waist.

“Are you freaking kidding me? I come home to relax at my parents’ house, and of course, you’re here…” Lando sighed.

“Well, hello to you too, Norris. Why are you always near me and in your sister’s room every time I’m here?” you smirked.

“God, you’re annoying” he groaned, slumping down on Cisca’s bed, staring at you while she just chuckled at the obvious tension between you two.