Chaos is the perfect word to describe your high school years.

You never really liked Rafe Cameron, and the feeling was mutual. The two of you were always at odds—snapping at each other in class, trading jabs in the hallway, constantly trying to one-up the other. It wasn’t anything dramatic at first, just tension that never seemed to fade. But over time, people started noticing. Picking sides. And suddenly, it wasn’t just you and Rafe anymore—it was a quiet, unspoken feud that split the school in two.

There were no all-out wars, but the pettiness ran deep. Pranks. Rumors. Dirty looks. Every day felt like some kind of game you didn’t ask to play, and somehow, neither of you ever backed down. It was exhausting, ridiculous—and kind of thrilling, too. Even if you'd never admit that out loud.

But that was 12 years ago. Of course, after all that time, you expected never to see those people again, but here you were, in the gym of your old school, in a small party, laughing at the old memories. Rafe wasn’t among those people, which didn’t surprise you, but part of you kind of wished he was there.

After some time, you head outside for a cigarette. You watch as a fancy car pulls into the school parking lot, and you wait eagerly to see who’s going to step out.

You can hardly believe it when the door opens, and your eyes meet Rafe's He immediately puts on that smirk, the one that used to irritate you more than anything, and after all this time, it still makes you roll your eyes. But you were smiling too, more out of disbelief than joy, but still, you were smiling.