Nina's POV

"Yoo, Nina, run faster!" Emily yelled, already ten steps ahead of me.

Why were we running? Oh, you know—just casually chasing the subway like it was a damn Olympic sport. Morning cardio, courtesy of being chronically late.

The station was a zoo—students, office zombies, and sleep-deprived caffeine addicts. We squeezed into the train just before the doors hissed shut behind us.

"Please avoid running inside the train,"
The robotic voice echoed through the speakers. Honestly, someone needs to unplug her. She says it every morning like she's on a loop, and we're the only two idiots sprinting like our GPA depends on it.

"I don't wanna stand for thirty minutes," Emily groaned, scanning the compartments. As usual, it was a human sardine can. Same old passengers—wrinkled-tie man, the gossip twins, Grandma Sudoku—except... huh. A cluster of unfamiliar boys stood at the far end.

"The wrinkled tie guy, the two girls, and Sudoku Granny get off at the next stop. Grab their seats the second they stand up," I instructed.

Emily blinked at me. "Do you stalk people while I sleep?"

"It's called observational intelligence," I said, gripping the iron pole. "You should try it sometime between your 6:45 and 7:10 AM nap."

"Next station... Central Wall..."

That voice again. I locked eyes with Emily. "Go," I hissed like we were in a spy movie.

We fast-walked toward the soon-to-be-vacated seats, but—bam. A wall of testosterone swooped in before us.

"Hello, ladies..." one of them smirked.

"Excuse me?" I arched a brow. Emily was already on edge.

"We were here first," she snapped. Bold of her to say it out loud, honestly.

"Sorry, babe... better luck next time," the blonde one chuckled while his group laughed like they were on a sitcom.

"They're not worth it," I muttered—loudly enough for them to hear. I wasn't here to pick fights, but if I had to unleash my sass, so be it.

We clung to the pole again. Ten minutes passed. Emily fought to keep her eyes open while I did recon for the next empty seat. That's when the whispering started.

"You seen her before?"
"Yeah... she looks familiar."
"The other one's mine, back off."
"Her hair's pretty though."
"Elijah, you're such a weirdo."
"At least I'm not drooling like Jungkook and Taehyung."

Oh for the love of—

"Y'all better shut up before I kick your balls," I turned, sweetly furious.

The blonde scoffed, "Or what?"

"She just told you, asshat," Emily snapped.

Then came the plot twist: one of them stepped forward. Not smirking. Not laughing.

"I'm really sorry. They won't bother you again," he said, voice sincere. Polite. Respectful. Alien.

I blinked. I didn't know humans like him still existed

We went back to clinging to the metal pole like it owed us rent.

"Ten more minutes," Emily moaned, like she was about to wither into dramatic death.

"We'll try to get up early tomorrow," I muttered, unlocking my phone. And by 'try' I mean 'promise we'll fail again.' Just got a message—our first-period teacher bailed. Lucky woman. She probably OD'd on her own lectures. No one cares what chemical makes your intestines squeal, ma'am.

Oh, right. I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? I'm Nina Sam, almost eighteen, sarcastic since birth, and currently trapped in the twisted sitcom that is my life. I study in this school way too far from home, and I live with my roommate-slash-ride-or-die, Emily, who I met during application submission when we both simultaneously cursed the cafeteria food.

We're the only two with functioning taste buds and trauma from dorm life. Renting an apartment close to school was like trying to win the Hunger Games, so we settled for a flat 30 minutes away. Yay... cardio and delayed regrets.

"Next station... Panther High." 

Oh, joy. The place of nightmares.

I shuffled forward, mentally preparing to bolt out like a bat outta hell—only to be yanked back like a damn yo-yo. I stumbled... and crash-landed right onto someone's lap.

"Hii there gorgeous" Bunny Teeth had the audacity to grin up at me like we were filming a K-drama. His teeth? Not cute. Not charming. Rabbit from hell. "What the actual—" I hissed, frozen in disbelief. My hands were gripping his shoulders, while his arms were comfortably wrapped around my waist like we were slow-dancing.

"I thought you were tired of standing," he said smugly, like I'd asked for this lap pillow special.

"Oh my god—let her go!" Emily snapped.

"You can sit on me, babe," the guy beside Bunny Boy winked at her. Vomit. 

"I will peel your skin with a nail filer," I snarled, trying to untangle myself.

The doors opened revealing the station I should be getting off. "Let me go, you pervert!" I barked, shoving him off.

"Not so soon, love," he smirked, leaning in like he wanted to breathe my air.

Bad idea.
Very. Bad. Idea.

I swung my bag straight into his smug little bunny face.

"Try being cute with that nose broken, jackass."

He stumbled back, grabbing his face like I'd dislocated his ego. Good.

Emily and I bolted out of the train like our GPA was chasing us.

We thought we were safe until— "Yahh!!" The bunny man shouted in anger but we flew from there, I can however hear them running behind us. "WHY IS THERE NO SECURITY IN THIS STATION?!" Emily shrieked, shoving past a businessman who looked like he'd just seen his 401K vanish.

"We're almost there!" I screeched.

This was not how I imagined my Tuesday.
I had never whacked a boy with my bag before. Or accidentally given one a lap dance. Character development, I guess.

Finally, we crossed the school gates. I turned to check if they were still behind us, but they'd stopped at the street, laughing like maniacs. Psychos. "Slow down, girls," came a voice that made my blood pressure spike. "The school isn't going anywhere."

I didn't even need to turn. That voice belonged to none other than...

Mona.
Student body president.
A.K.A. Clown in Gucci.
A nosy, power-drunk dictator with a superiority complex and the personality of a wet sock.

"Shut up," Emily growled.

"Whatever," Mona rolled her eyes. "Class 09 meeting. 11 AM sharp. Miss it and kiss your Sapphire Club membership goodbye."

As if I'd cry over being kicked out of a club named after a freaking gemstone.

"I hate her," I muttered as we marched into the building.

"Why are we even having a meeting out of nowhere?" I grumbled. "Let me guess, more standing around while Mona monologues like a Bond villain?"

"Apparently, the creeps from Panther High are visiting soon," Emily said, leading me toward our class. "Principal Lee wants us to 'cooperate.'"

Excuse me?

Us? Cooperate? With those testosterone-filled troublemakers who once unleashed honeybees into our campus? Yeah. No. I'd rather hug a cactus.

Look, we've only been at Autumn High for two weeks, but we already know enough: Panther boys are allergic to peace and obsessed with trying to one-up us. Because, surprise, Autumn girls are smarter, better, and prettier. It's a hard pill for their fragile egos, I get it.

Add to that lectures, dorm hunting, club work—and now this. Great.

"Listen up, mutton-heads," Mona slammed her books onto the table like she was in a courtroom. "Panther boys will be here today. I better not see any of you drooling over those specimens."

I stared at her. "Specimens? We're in a biology lab now?"

We were supposed to have a cordial little sit-down with them to plan joint events, tournaments, trips, blah blah blah—I didn't care. But since Emily and I founded the Sapphire Club, we had to be the tour guides, snack fairies, and emotional support humans. Kill me.

""Nina, Emily," Mona called, eyes still glued to her phone. "Guests. Room 11. Move."

Why are they early? Why are they sharp? Why are we the sacrifice?

"Hazel, Olive, Millie, Yura, Natasha—let's go," I commanded, dead inside.

Room 11 was our turf. Our Sapphire Club room. A few girls were already inside. Principal Lee hovered nearby, pretending like he trusted us with diplomacy.

"Hey Sierra, can you grab snacks for ten mentally unstable boys?" I asked sweetly.

"How many?" she asked.

"Ten," Mona snapped like a customer with a Yelp account.

"You don't have to act like a premium bitch, Mona," I hissed, yanking her hair—gently. Ish.

"She's not your long-lost sister, chill out," Mona hissed back.

"Girls," Principal Lee groaned. "Where do you get the energy to fight every day?"

"From your disapproval. It nourishes us," I replied.

Mona batted her lashes and entered the room like she was entering a fashion runway.

"Hello, boys. Hope we didn't keep you waiting," I said flatly, scanning the room.

Eight of them. Loud. Tall. Trying too hard.

"This place is so tiny," one of them muttered. "Y'all live like rats?"

Principal Lee exhaled the breath of someone who deeply regretted his life choices.

"I hope you enjoy your time, Mr. Lewis," he said. "Ask the girls anything you need." And poof—he left.

Abandoned. Just us and these walking deodorant commercials.

"So? What's for lunch?" one boy asked, flopping into a seat.

"No snacks until the campus tour, you uncultured hobbit," Mona barked.

Emily took attendance. "Two are missing. Will they be joining?"

"They're on the way," said Snack Boy.

"Great," Evelyn chirped. "I'm Emily, that's Nina, Mona, and the rest of the circus."

Introductions flew around. Luke. Shane. Harry. Kevin the claustrophobic. Marco. Tayvin. Chris. Ali.

And then—boom. The door slammed open like a plot twist.

"Sorry not sorry for being late" 

I turned.

You've got to be kidding me.

There he was. My life just hit a new low.

Bunny Bastard.

"Hello, beauties," Oh look, the cringe carnival has arrived.

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