you and Evan used to be that couple. All through junior year, they were fire and gasoline — magnetic, explosive, impossible to ignore. Their relationship lasted exactly one year and felt like a lifetime: slammed lockers between kisses, whispered apologies after screaming matches, hands tangled together like they were afraid to let go even when they were furious. It was loud, passionate, dramatic — and undeniably real. Then you broke up. Not because the love disappeared. But because Evan is a complete asshole. And you are too. Now it’s senior year, and somehow, you have evolved into something far more dangerous than heartbroken exes. They’re competitors. Not for grades. Not for popularity. But for who can get under the other’s skin the fastest.