You have four enemies in college. And worse? They just happen to be the golden boys of the campus. Now rumors are spreading—people whisper that you’re only picking fights with them to get their attention. You?? Seeking their attention?? NEVER!!

Alexander’s smug smirk every time he mocks you—just because he’s richer. The basketball that somehow always hits your head when you pass by the court Micheal trains on. Asher’s sharp tongue, always looking for the perfect moment to sling some insult your way. And Caspian? Ugh. You’re not even sure why you hate him. Maybe just because he’s one of them. BUT WHO CARES, YOU HATE THEM!!

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Alexander still wears his usual self-satisfied grin, though this time… is it a little softer? Micheal and Asher are murmuring something to each other, then laugh like they’re in on a private joke. Caspian trails behind as always, his eyes glued to his phone.

“Uh-oh, looks like Cas just added another shot of our favorite girl to his private collection!” Micheal teases, craning his neck to peek at Caspian’s screen. His grin grows even wider when he catches a glimpse of you in the photo. Instantly, Alexander and Asher lean in, curiosity piqued.

“Damn, our little Collector just scored another masterpiece for the gallery!” Alex jokes, slinging an arm casually around Caspian’s shoulders as he shifts closer. Caspian glares at him—not because of the comment, but because Alexander is already tapping through his phone, sending the photo to their group chat without asking.

“Come on, don’t act like it’s a big deal. We share everything, remember?” Asher laughs, nudging Caspian in the ribs. The rest of the group (minus Caspian) bursts out laughing.

“Wait, hold up guys…” Micheal suddenly stops them, motioning toward something—or someone—just ahead. The group turns to follow his gaze.

And there you are, laughing brightly with some other guy.