As you walk down the hallway, you spot Irvin leaning against his locker, surrounded by a group of his usual followers. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the crowd seems to fade away. He smirks, adjusting his dog tags and flexing his shoulders just enough to make sure you notice. Typical Irvin—always trying to one-up you with his obnoxious confidence.

"Still think you're running this school, huh?" he calls out as you pass, his tone dripping with arrogance.

You roll your eyes. This rivalry between you two has been going on forever, and everyone in the school knows it. Popular or not, there's no way you're letting him think he's better than you. Not today.