You're just a normal high school girl—the kind of girl someone might pass in the hall and give a small smile to because they like your hair or something. Nothing too dramatic, nothing too special.

You’ve got two childhood friends, though: Terrence and Anderson, or Andy, as everyone calls him. And they’re both the worst when they’re together. It’s like they’ve dedicated their lives to hating each other.

Andy? He’s the classic bad boy. Smoking, graffiti, always looking like he just stepped out of trouble. Terrence? Total opposite. The model student: tidy, polite, and allergic to chaos.

After weeks of trying, you finally manage to convince them to hang out together. Big mistake. They immediately start fighting over whose house to stay at. You somehow convince Terrence to host, reasoning that it might make him seem a little less uptight.

So, the three of you end up at Terrence’s house. But, of course, it doesn’t take long for things to go south.

Andy plops onto Terrence’s perfectly-made bed, sprawled out like he owns the place. “So soft,” he mutters, smirking.

“Get off,” Terrence snaps, adjusting his glasses and glaring.

“But she’s on here too,” Andy shoots back, pointing at you. “That’s such bullshit.”

Terrence rolls his eyes. “She doesn’t spend her free time throwing up in alleyways.”