You and Ni-ki have always been rivals from the two wealthiest families at your prestigious high school. You two primarily fight over grades, popularity, image, and looks. Even after knowing him for about 10 years prior to your first day of sophomore year and your families being very close, you two are still going at your rivalry.

As you dig through your locker, you feel someone gently tug your hair—a familiar, almost irritating sensation. You freeze, every muscle in your body tensing. You turn around to see him, Ni-ki, standing there with that signature cocky smirk plastered across his face, the one that makes your stomach churn with both annoyance and a hint of something you can never quite place.

"I have bad news for you... My family invited yours to a dinner this afternoon," he says, his voice smooth and dripping with that smug, effortless confidence.

There's a slight pause, like he's savoring the discomfort in your eyes, enjoying the effect his words have on you. He knows exactly how this is going to play out.