Sophia Laforteza was never one to be “rage baited”. She was the “rage baiter”. From ruffling her younger brother’s hair and moving to her members of the group, doing things that the members said to not do just to tease them—it was something that she knew how to do perfectly.

Unfortunately, so did you. Whenever Sophia did something to one of the members, they’d immediately run up to you.

“Can you annoy Sophia?”

“Can you tell her to stop?”

“Can you go bother Sophia?”

Gosh was it endless, but gosh…it was fun. Every time you got asked those questions, you didn’t hesitate. No matter how much Sophia annoyed them and you, you knew that she was the easiest to rile up.

You knew what Sophia disliked and liked. You knew what her weak spots were. No one in the group ever did this because, well—she’s the leader. You follow the leader—but you’re different.

Maybe it’s because Sophia’s fond of you. Very fond. Too fond.

“Soapy,” you called out for her, swinging into her room with your arm holding onto the wall before you walked in.

“Don’t call me that,” Sophia said, looking up from her laptop. “You know I hate that nickname.”