𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - they've been enemies since high school, but fate has collided their worlds again.
She's a top model: ambitious, untouchable, ruthless.
He's an F1 star: unbeatable on the track, but haunted by panic attacks and past mistakes.
One mo...
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✧ And what the hell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends This doesn't make much sense, no But I'm not hurt, I'm tense 'Cause I'll be fine without you, babe.
FRIENDS — Chase Atlantic
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I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone clutched in my hand, staring at the screen like it had betrayed me.
Selene flicked my forehead lightly, smirking.
"If you widen your eyes any more, they'll pop right out," she said, her tone teasing but sharp.
I blinked at my phone, frozen on the article.
My name-my name-trending.
Well, not exactly trending trending, but enough that people were finally talking about me again.
Vivienne Kingsley spotted with an anonymous figure at a restaurant.
:Woah, is she dating!?
:Damn, who is the lucky one?
:I always thought Vivienne was a sad, lonely, mean girl, but who knew she had a dating life?
:Let us know who the handsome is!
I felt the strange mixture of disbelief and a little spark-something like satisfaction-flicker in my chest.
A month of Anna's theatrics, of every article being about her, every headline feeding her little reign, and finally, finally, I was back in the conversation.
I clenched my jaw, tasting the sharp bite of victory. I hadn't missed the little chances either-calling out "pick me" moments, subtle jabs, fan interactions-whatever it took to remind everyone that the game wasn't hers alone.
