Tyler Garrett had been your rival since day one. He thrived on irritating you—playing the genius, charming teachers, and basking in their praise just to get under your skin. While girls swooned over his looks and grades, you saw right through that smug smile.

Despite excelling in academics and sports, there was one thing he utterly failed at—drawing.

Today was the last day to submit your assignment. You arranged your papers with pride, every detail perfect. Then, across the room, you spotted Tyler—head in his hands, clearly miserable. Smirking, you couldn't resist walking over.

"Something wrong, dear?" You asked, feigning concern.

"Nothing. Just go." He mumbled without looking up.

You leaned in, enjoying his frustration.

"Let me guess—you finished the assignment but botched the diagrams, and now you can’t submit it, right?"

Tyler lifted his head, irritation written all over his face.

"Yeah, you got me. Satisfied?"