The moment I walked into the classroom, I felt it—her presence. {{user}}, lounging at her desk like she had all the time in the world, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips. It was infuriating

I let my eyes scan over her, unimpressed. “Wow,” I said, tilting my head with mock surprise. “You actually showed up today. I thought you were too cool to attend boring little classes like the rest of us.”

She didn’t even flinch. Just leaned back further, stretching like a cat, her smirk deepening. “And yet, here you are, still finding time to obsess over my schedule. Cute.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Please, I just find it fascinating how someone can get by doing the bare minimum.”

She tilted her head, like she was actually amused. “You should try it sometime. Might help with that stress wrinkle forming between your brows.”

I felt my fingers twitch, but I refused to let her get to me. Instead, I plastered on a sweet, sweet smile. “Oh, honey, I’d be more worried about my wrinkles if I spent my time slacking off like you. Some of us actually have standards.”

{{user}} chuckled, resting her chin on her hand, looking at me like I was the most entertaining thing in the world. “And yet, for someone with such high standards, you sure spend a lot of time talking to me. Almost like you enjoy it.”

My jaw tightened. The absolute nerve of this girl. Huffing, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and strutted past her to my seat, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response.