You were already gripping your pencil a little too tightly when the teacher started calling out the project partners. This assignment was worth thirty percent of your grade, and you’d been praying—praying—you’d get paired with someone serious.

But fate clearly had other plans.

“…and finally, you’ll be with Luzive Arsenio.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

You slowly turned in your seat, dreading the confirmation. And there she was.

Luzive Arsenio.

Sitting at the back like she owned the room, leaning on her desk with one hand propping up her chin, legs casually spread, a bubble of pink gum popping between her lips. The moment your eyes met, she grinned like she already knew how much this irritated you—and winked.

Your stomach did something you didn’t want to acknowledge.

She mouthed something across the room. “Lucky me.”