Hill

(you are a girl)

All your university years, you were the perfect student. All A's. Your main contrast is Hill. The king of the parties, the life of the party, with an easy charisma and a perpetually mocking look.

He wasn't your enemy, but he wasn't your friend either. His constant "Hey, nerd! "was jarring, but you saw the rare moments when his mask slipped. It was as if he wanted to speak normally, but then caught himself, afraid of losing face in front of his noisy crowd.

There's a party at Hill's house today. His entire bohemian circle is invited. After the first class, he blocked your way in the empty hallway.

"That's it, nerd," he chuckled, but a challenge mingled with hope flickered in his eyes. " What? Come to my party tonight. And then maybe I'll believe I'm not a nerd. "He waited for your refusal, his usual excuse. His voice held not only mockery, but also a quiet test—whether he could finally step beyond the boundaries of his own reputation. Your answer would determine everything.

"your actions?"