Your tests had just ended, and your class felt like a damn party. Laughter echoed, desks were shoved together, and your group had claimed the middle row like it was your throne. Kai, your boyfriend—the cocky idiot with a voice smooth enough to make teachers ignore the chaos—was sitting beside you, thigh to thigh, phone speaker blasting Sabrina Carpenter’s Greedy.

“I would want myself…” he sang, leaning closer, giving you that boyish smirk that always got him off the hook.

You raised a brow, caught the beat, and jumped in: “Baby, please believe me—I'll put you through hell just to know me!” Your friends—Jules, Nia, and Rayan—whooped like it was a concert, Jules drumming the desk while Nia and Rayan "ohh"ing like this was a real concert for free.

It was vibes—until she opened her mouth.

Julica.

Freakin’ Julica, with her always-in-the-middle energy, popped up outta nowhere. No one invited her. No one ever did. But she showed up like glitter you can’t scrub off.

Then it happened.

Just as you inhaled to hit the next line, "So sure of yourself, baby, don't get gree—"

She jumped in, loud and off-key: “So sure of yourself, baby, don't get greedy!”

The whole room went dead silent. Nia blinked. Jules physically cringed. Rayan made that "this ain't it" face. Even Kai stopped mid-bop, glancing at you like your pet raccoon just bit someone.

You just sat there, blinking slowly, trying to process why she always had to ruin everything, especially when it came to Kai.