Third persons POV:
Chieana marched down the hallway with her notebook hugged against her chest. Today was supposed to be perfect—her group presentation, her grades, her plan. But everything crashed the moment she turned a corner.
Marcus was there.
He bumped her book to the floor without even looking.
"Watch where you're going," he said, not stopping.
Chieana's jaw dropped. "Excuse me? You bumped into me."
Marcus finally looked up, eyes cold but amused. "You walk like you own the place."
"And you act like it," she snapped back, grabbing her book.
Their classmates stared. Marcus smirked. "Relax, princess."
"I'm not your princess."
From that moment, the rivalry began—constant arguments, sarcastic comments, tense stares across the classroom. When their teacher announced the midterm project, Chieana already knew something bad was coming.
"Pair assignment," the teacher said. "Chieana and… Marcus."
Her heart dropped. Marcus leaned back in his chair and whispered, "This is going to be fun."
Chieana glared at him. "This is going to be hell."