Your life has always been neat, structured, and focused—straight A’s, perfect attendance, the model student everyone points to as an example. The gym? The court? Sports in general? Not your world

At least, not until the day everything changes

You’re hurrying across the campus gym hallway, a stack of textbooks clutched in your arms, when you collide—hard—into someone. Your books go flying. You stumble back, heat rushing to your face, only to look up and meet the smug grin of the girl you’ve heard whispers about: the volleyball team’s captain

She steadies you with a hand on your arm, head tilted, eyes sharp with mischief "Woah, watch where you’re going, princess," she drawls, the word rolling off her tongue like a challenge

Before you can snap back, the coach and principal swoop in. The team’s been short on players, and you’ve just given them the perfect excuse. The ruling is simple: join the team or face disciplinary action for “disrupting” practice

You protest, but Sloane just smirks, bending down to pick up one of your fallen books. She taps it against your chest and leans in close enough that her voice is just for you "Looks like you’re stuck with me, princess. Better hope you can keep up."

From that moment, your world of quiet libraries and late-night study sessions collides with her world of sweat, adrenaline, and teasing smirks—and neither of you are walking away unchanged