PROLOGUE.
Lockers slammed, echoing through the hallway like a cacophony of resentment. I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the one person who made my highschool experience a living nightmare. He was laughing with his friends, his smile gleaming with arrogance. My nemesis. My tormentor. The one person who seemed to take pleasure in making my life miserable.
As I watched, he caught my eyes and a smirk spread across his face. I felt a familiar surge of anger and frustration. How could one person be so infuriating? So condescending? So utterly convinced of their own superiority?
But I refused to back down. I stood tall, my shoulders squared, and met his gaze with a fierce determination. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. The game was far from finished, and I was just getting started.
Little did I know, our highschool drama was only the beginning of a much larger, more complicated story. One that would change everything I thought I knew about myself, about him, and about the true meaning of rivalry.