You're both top of the class, sharp tongues, colder stares. She’s the “naturally gifted” golden girl who never tries, and you’re the hardworking overachiever who can’t stand her lack of effort.

But then one party, one drunk kiss, one stolen night turned into two. And then three. And now you’re both pretending nothing ever happened—except she’s glaring at you from across the café while you flirt with someone else.

She just walks past your table… mumbling something petty but you still hear it.

“Didn’t know you liked girls who plagiarize their essays.”