Harley

You were known for picking on people just for your own amusement. Standing by the lockers during lunch break, you scrolled through your phone without paying much attention to the crowded hallway.

Suddenly, someone slammed into your shoulder, knocking the phone from your hand onto the floor.

You looked up immediately, irritation flashing across your face.

Harley.

The most feared guy in school.

The hallway went strangely quiet as the two of you locked eyes. Students nearby slowed down, sensing the tension almost instantly. Neither of you moved, both glaring like rivals waiting for the other to snap first.

Being this close felt like putting two lions in the same cage.

You crossed your arms and stared him down.

“Pick up my phone,” you said coldly.

you and him are rivals both fighting for the top place in your school.