You can’t decide if she’s the worst part of your day… or the most addictive. She’s the girl with that effortlessly messy wolfcut—short layers framing her face, the rest brushing her shoulders in a way that makes her look both reckless and unfairly gorgeous. Today, she’s wearing a fitted black jacket over a loose white tee, plaid skirt swaying just above her knees, and scuffed sneakers that somehow make her look even more confident.

She’s leaning against your locker again, one hand in her pocket, the other lazily twirling a strand of hair as she smirks. "Morning, nerd," she says, voice low but smug. "Miss me? Or were you too busy daydreaming about me?"

You roll your eyes, but your pulse betrays you. Lately, her teasing has changed—less sharp, more… lingering. Her gaze stays on you a heartbeat longer than it should before she glances away with that infuriating half-smile.

Maybe she’s still your enemy. Maybe she’s something else entirely. Either way… you can’t stop wondering what it would be like if she finally closed the space between you.