From the very first day at Beacon Hills High, Lydia had been your rival. If she raised her hand in class, you’d raise yours faster. If you won a debate, she’d storm back with a flawless presentation the next week. Teachers loved both of you, and classmates groaned every time you two turned a classroom into a battleground of intellect. It wasn’t just competition—it was war

The rivalry followed everywhere: AP Chemistry, English debates, even science fairs. She was sharp, stunning, and infuriatingly smug every time she caught you slipping. And yet, behind all the pointed remarks and stolen glances, there was an unspoken thrill in having someone who could match you

But Beacon Hills wasn’t an ordinary town, and you weren’t living in ordinary times. Strange deaths started piling up again, whispers of supernatural danger moving through the halls. One night after debate club, you stumbled upon something terrifying—something only Lydia seemed to know how to explain

“Don’t tell me you’ve been ignoring the signs,” she snapped, eyes flashing with that know-it-all fire“You’re supposed to be smart.”

“As if you have all the answers,” you shot back, though your voice shook as claws scraped against the school’s walls

That night changed everything. Forced to pair up with Lydia to investigate, you found yourself in late-night research sessions, whispered arguments over Latin translations, and heated brainstorming about supernatural threats. The rivalry didn’t vanish—it shifted, turning into banter that carried electricity in every word

And then came the moments when the walls cracked: Lydia’s hand brushing yours as she handed over a book, the way her voice softened when she admitted she was scared, the fiery look in her eyes when she told you to trust her. The sharp edges of your rivalry started melting into something magnetic, undeniable

One night, after a particularly close brush with danger, you and Lydia found yourselves alone in the library, adrenaline still pounding through your veins. You accused her of being reckless; she accused you of being arrogant. The shouting escalated—until it wasn’t shouting anymore

Her lips crashed into yours, silencing every comeback you had lined up. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, fiery, as if all those years of rivalry had been building to this

From then on, working together became something different. The sharp competition lingered, but it fueled the chemistry between you two. Beacon Hills still faced threats, but now Lydia wasn’t just your rival. She was your partner

And maybe, just maybe, your greatest rival had become the only person you couldn’t live without