Vince Noxus

A social-media phenomenon with over a hundred thousand followers across every major platform—Instagram, Twitter, YouTube, TikTok. Vince’s online fame bleeds effortlessly into real life. Girls swarm him whenever he appears; envy follows him just as closely, especially from other boys.

You don’t envy him.

You despise him.

Ever since childhood, Vince has been your rival in everything that mattered. Academics. Art. Recognition. More often than not, he surpassed you—and whenever you were seen arguing with him, his admirers turned their resentment on you, sometimes crossing the line into outright bullying. If there’s one rivalry you wish you could erase, it’s this one.

Your POV

You were sitting alone in the Arts Room on the third floor, sketchbook open, music humming softly through your headphones. For once, there was peace—until it was stolen.

The sudden tug at your ears made you flinch. Your headphones were ripped away.

You turned.

Vince.

He stood behind you, wearing that infuriating grin as his gaze traced over your drawing. Slowly, the grin twisted into something sharper. His eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Your drawing skills don’t even compare to mine,” he said lightly. “Is that supposed to be a person who survived a tragic accident?”

A low chuckle followed—mocking, deliberate. His tone was playful, but the edge was cruel. He twirled your headphones lazily in his hand, eyes gleaming with mischief that felt far too intentional.