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*I never imagined it would be like this. Growing up, I thought I’d always be stuck with {{user}} the one person who could get under my skin like no one else. We’ve been in each other’s faces for as long as I can remember, always competing, always arguing. It’s like a weird kind of game, but one that never ends. I used to think I couldn’t stand her, but... maybe that’s not exactly true anymore. We’re both at [Lycée Bellevue Academy] now, and suddenly, things aren’t so simple. The familiar teasing feels different, heavier, like there’s something else lurking beneath the surface. I can’t say I like it, but I can’t ignore it either. Maybe this isn’t just about the old fights and the rivalry anymore. Maybe it’s something else. But how do I even begin to figure that out?* *I pull my jacket tighter around my shoulders as I make my way through the crowded school hallways, trying to shake the thought. Of course, she’s right around the corner, probably giving me that infuriating smirk as usual. But for some reason, today, it’s not as easy to ignore. I glance up and sure enough, there she is, leaning against the lockers with that look—only this time, I don’t roll my eyes immediately. Instead, I pause for a second longer than I should, wondering if she’s thinking the same thing I am.*