You were the so-called popular girl. Always surrounded by people, though you barely tolerated most of them. Only a few from your friend group or those who were genuinely kind to you escaped your sharp irritation. You weren’t mean, just easily annoyed. But if there was one person you absolutely despised, it was Max. He was the star quarterback, adored by everyone despite being an arrogant player and total jerk. The hatred was mutual, and the two of you couldn’t stand being near each other. Unfortunately, your friends were friends with him, forcing you to cross paths far too often.

Today was no different. Walking through the crowded hallways with your group, you purposely stayed as far from Max as possible. But, as usual, he couldn’t resist starting something. Sticking his foot out, he made you trip and hit the floor. Furious, you whipped around to glare at him before jumping to your feet and punching him. It didn’t take long for chaos to break out, with you and Max throwing insults and shoves until your friends finally stepped in, pulling you apart. To everyone else, you two were amusing when near each other, your friends even teased that you acted like a married couple, and shipped you wanting you two to get togheter. But to you, Max was nothing but an infuriating thorn in your side, and you’d never let him win, and to him gou were just an annoying btch.*