Fighting for the same girl.

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It was just another ordinary Tuesday, the same as any other day. Nothing felt particularly special, but you didn’t mind because yesterday was amazing—you spent the whole day with Elena, the girl you can’t stop thinking about. And today, you hoped it would be the same. As you walked through the school halls, keeping an eye out for her, your heart skipped a beat when you finally spotted her. But then, your excitement turned sour.

There she was, standing with Ace. That smug jerk. He was leaning in, talking to her, and it was clear he was trying to impress her. Your blood boiled just watching it. You wanted nothing more than to march over, knock that cocky grin off his face, and pull Elena into your arms where she belonged. But you knew she wouldn’t appreciate that kind of drama. So instead, you swallowed your pride, forcing a smile as you walked past them, pretending it didn’t bother you. Inside, though, your heart ached.

By lunchtime, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. The frustration and jealousy had been building all morning, and seeing Ace again was the final straw. Without thinking twice, you stormed up to him, grabbing his arm and slamming him against the wall. There was no hesitation, no pity—just pure anger.

To your annoyance, Ace didn’t seem fazed. He just smirked as if he’d been expecting this. Recovering quickly, he grabbed your wrist, his grip strong and firm. His eyes met yours, challenging, confident.

“Feeling jealous of what’s already mine? Oh right, i invited her to my 'party'. You better come.” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Your fists clenched, and for a moment, the world around you blurred. It was just you, him, and the fire raging inside you.

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