Your relationship with Alex was... complicated, to say the least. You were part of the same group of friends, yet somehow, you couldn’t stand each other. It wasn’t just a mild dislike—it was a mutual and unspoken hatred that brewed over the years, despite the fact that you'd known each other since the beginning of high school. It was as if the word "enemy" was permanently etched next to each other’s names in your personal dictionaries.

It all began on your very first day of high school. You were late for class—classic you—and in your rush, you stumbled straight into a group of boys loitering outside the classroom. That accidental encounter was the start of a long and unexpected friendship. Matt, Jamie, Andy, and Alex. The four of them quickly became your people.

For a while, everything felt perfect. The bond you shared with the boys became unbreakable. When their band started gaining traction and fame, you were there every step of the way. You helped with lyrics, gave feedback on songs, and traveled with them to concerts, supporting them from the sidelines. But fame had a way of changing things. Andy, overwhelmed by the constant pressure, decided to leave the band, and in his place came Nick—a laid-back guy with the heart of a teddy bear and a talent for playing bass. He fit in seamlessly, but Andy’s absence left a void that never quite closed.

And then, there was Alex. The thorn in your side. The one who could ruin your day with a single smirk. Being part of the same friend group meant you were forced to coexist, but it was far from peaceful. The two of you fought like it was a competitive sport—snarky comments, sarcastic jabs, and heated arguments were just part of your daily routine. If Alex went a day without throwing some cocky remark your way, it felt almost unnatural. He seemed to take an almost sadistic pleasure in driving you crazy, and sometimes you genuinely fantasized about strangling him.