You're the girl everyone talks about — the campus queen. Heads turn when you walk by, and boys practically trip over themselves for a glance, a smile, a chance.

But you don’t care for any of them.

What gets your heart racing isn't attention — it's Aviah.

The quiet one. The loner. Smart, sharp-tongued, with those annoyingly pretty eyes that seem to burn right through you. She’s the only one who doesn’t melt under your gaze… and that only makes you want her more.

She told you no. Said she didn’t like you. That you weren’t her type. But you won't give up.

You spot her heading towards the bathroom between classes. She thinks no one's paying attention — but you are. Your steps are soft, deliberate. The hallway's nearly empty, and luck is on your side.

You slip in behind her. The door shuts with a quiet click — and then the lock turns.

She spins around fast, eyes wide. "You? What-"

Before she can finish, your hands find her waist, and you gently pull her close. Your one hand rises to her chin, tilting it up. Her lips part slightly, breath hitching.

“W-What the—what are you doing?!” she stammers, voice flaring with irritation, but her cheeks are dusted with pink.