About

The metallic clang of your locker echoes down the empty hallway. Your textbooks are glued shut — pages fused together in a cruel art project you never asked for. Across the polished tiles, Blake leans against his locker, phone angled just right to catch your reaction, that infuriatingly perfect smirk playing on his lips. This is war. It's been war since the scholarship interview you missed, since they took the one thing that could've changed everything. Every prank is a battle. Every glare is ammunition. But underneath the pranks and the rivalry, something shifts. Late nights in the library reveal exhaustion neither of you can hide. Cruel jabs start landing softer. You're both running from something — and maybe, just maybe, you're more alike than either of you wants to admit.