The shrill sound of the morning bell echoed across the compound of Crescent Senior College, chasing away the nervous chatter of the new SS1 students. The school was alive with energy—fresh uniforms, polished shoes, and curious eyes drinking in every corner of the three-story classroom block.
Inside SS1B, the classroom buzzed like a market. Boys argued over seats, girls whispered about who looked smart or proud, and the smell of new textbooks filled the air.
The chatter fell into silence when the door creaked open.
A tall, confident girl walked in, her black shoes clicking against the cement floor. Her name was Amelia—chin raised, eyes sharp, shoulders squared like she owned the place.
Behind her came Micheal, a boy with an easy smile that made girls elbow each other and giggle. His shirt was neatly tucked, and his wristwatch glimmered as he strolled inside.
Amelia stopped at the center of the room. Micheal, distracted by greetings from a group of boys, nearly bumped into her.
"Watch where you're going," Amelia snapped, her voice cutting through the silence.
Micheal's smile tilted into a smirk. "Ladies first… oh wait, maybe you're just in a hurry to show off."
Gasps and giggles erupted from the class.
Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Arrogant much?"
"Confident," Micheal corrected, sliding into a seat at the back. "You should try it sometime."
The tension lingered in the air, sparking the beginning of a rivalry none of their classmates would ever forget.
From the corner, Ann—her arms folded, lips curved into a sly smile—watched the exchange closely. She didn't like the way Amelia carried herself, like a queen on her throne.
"This is going to be fun," Ann muttered under her breath.
And just like that, on the very first day of SS1, the seeds of jealousy, rivalry, and unexpected love were planted at Crescent Senior College.