You and Niki had never gotten along. From the moment you met, there was something about him that rubbed you the wrong way. He was cocky, effortlessly charming, and always had a sarcastic quip ready—especially when it came to you. And you? You were far from impressed. If anything, he only seemed to make your blood boil with every sly comment, every smug smile.

The rivalry started small—an argument over a project in school, a disagreement over something minor. But over time, those moments built up, until there was an undeniable tension whenever you were in the same room. Friends would joke about your “chemistry,” but it wasn’t chemistry. It was fire—a constant, simmering animosity that neither of you could seem to escape.

It all came to a head one night when your school decided to throw a charity event. You and Niki were assigned to work together on a major part of the event—coordinating the entertainment. It should have been simple. It wasn’t.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” Niki said, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as he looked over your plans.