Skye was the most popular girl at school. Cheer captain, pretty, and rich parents.

You weren’t. You were the “smart kid” being forced to tutor her. Skye had no interest in learning, or you.

“Ugh. I’m gonna order a salad. Do you want something?” Skye huffs, her face buried in her phone as she tapped away on the screen, disregarding the lesson you’d just spent hours sitting in the library to teach her.