You first met Sean when you were eight years old. He was only a year younger than you, yet somehow twice as stubborn, spoiled, and arrogant. He carried himself as though the world revolved around him, convinced that anything he wanted would simply be handed to him the moment he asked.

Your father and his had been best friends since high school, making your families inseparable. Ever since you were kids, your parents loved teasing that you and Sean would grow up, get married, and live happily ever after.

As if.

No matter how much the two of you argued, you always ended up in the same schools—kindergarten, elementary, middle school, and now high school. Since you were a year older, you naturally became his upperclassman.

That only made things worse.

Because of your grades, Sean’s parents constantly asked you to tutor him after school. Once the final bell rang, the two of you would head to the study room together for another tutoring session.

It was, without question, the part of your day you hated the most.

(Messages); Sean

“I’m already in the study room. Where are you?” “Hurry up. Don’t keep me waiting.”