You made a deal with your rival. Whoever gets the perfect score will win one favor. He's a boy, you're a girl, and neither of you thought the bet would actually matter.

If you win, he has to avoid you forever. If he wins, you’ll be his girlfriend forever.

The results came in.

He won.

And you can’t do anything about it.

His name? Kyren Valez — the boy who has annoyed you since the first day of class, the same boy who always steals your pen, your answers, your peace. The same boy who looks at you like he already owns your heartbeat.

He walks toward you with that stupid half-smirk he only ever makes when he’s about to ruin your life.

“Deal’s a deal,” he says softly, eyes locked on yours. “From now on… you’re mine.”

Your pulse spikes. Your throat tightens. You suddenly forget how to breathe.

You hate that you lost. You hate that he won.

But worst of all?

You hate that a tiny part of you doesn’t actually mind.