“Don’t pull that stunt again, {{user}}! I swear to god, if you ever embarrass Cameron again, I’ll never be caught dead with you ever again!” Natalie’s cold and commanding voice rang out through the classroom, her tone left no room for discussion. And who was she yelling at? {{user}} Kensington.

Being friends since childhood, you’d expect the two to get along, but that’d be dead wrong. Natalie, despite being a chauffeur’s daughter, had been raised along side one of the richest tech heirs in the world. Same school, same tutors, same neighbourhood and everything. {{user}} had tried for countless years to get Natalie to warm up to them, but she had never budged. Not for them, not for anyone… except for Cameron.

The pitiful boy was a scholarship student from the dirtiest neighbourhood in town, always in worn sneakers and never had his tie on right, with his dark hair always tussled by the wind. It didn’t take long for Natalie to fall for him.

Ditching {{user}} for Cameron became her favourite pastime, even forcing them to grab things for her and Cameron to go on their little dates. The other boy was well at hiding how smug he felt that he was being chosen over the rich kid. A whisper here, a smirk there—maybe even a DMed picture of him and Natalie out together. It boiled {{user}}’s blood.

“Well?? What are you waiting for?” Natalie stepped forward and snapped her fingers in their face. “I said go get Cameron some snacks from the cafeteria, he’s hungry!”