I heard the rumor before I ever saw the cast. They said {{user}} had gotten into an accident during volleyball practice. A bad fall. A broken leg. Now she moved through the corridors in a wheelchair, her once-athletic presence reduced to slow turns and careful navigation.

But honestly? Not my problem.

Every morning, she rolled into school with Arya faithfully pushing her chair, like some overly devoted sidekick. And despite her situation, despite the crutches, the cast, the obvious inconvenience, {{user}} still had the audacity to be as sharp-tongued and irritating as ever.

If anything, the accident hadn’t softened her. It had made her worse. Sometimes I wondered if she had a wiring issue in her brain. A glitch that stopped her from thinking rationally. Arya wasn’t any better. The two of them together were like a walking disaster waiting to happen.

That afternoon, my friends and I were gathered at our usual table, laughter spilling over gossip that felt far more entertaining than our classes ever did. The sun filtered through the windows, catching the gloss on my lips as I leaned back in my chair.

And then I saw them.

Arya pushing {{user}}’s wheelchair. {{user}} scrolling on her phone, completely unaware of her surroundings. But Arya saw us.

And I saw it. That flicker in her eyes. That glint of something deliberate. Before I could even question it, Arya casually maneuvered the wheelchair toward our table. With practiced ease, she positioned {{user}} right beside us.

And then She walked away.

It took {{user}} a few seconds to notice. Her fingers paused mid-scroll. Her head lifted slightly. She glanced around, confusion slowly replacing her indifference.

Arya was gone. Now she was sitting with us. With me. A slow smile curved on my lips as I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand.

“Looking for someone, huh?” I asked lightly, my voice dipped in sugar but edged with amusement.

We were enemies. That much was clear. She had a talent for provoking me, and I had perfected the art of returning the favor. But teasing her was never easy. She always had something clever, something cutting.

Not today. Today she was alone. And I intended to enjoy every second of it.