COLLIDE WITH YOU

If bad luck had a face, it would look exactly like mine that morning. I was late for class, running down the hallway with my bag half open when bam! — I crashed straight into someone. My books flew everywhere. My pride shattered. And when I looked up, my stomach dropped. It was Noah Lee — the school’s smartest, coldest boy. Everyone adored him… from a distance. His sharp gray eyes looked down at me like I’d just committed a crime. “Do you run into people for fun?” he said flatly. “You could’ve moved!” I snapped back. Before I could argue more, the discipline teacher appeared. “Late and arguing? Detention. Both of you.” Perfect. Just perfect. That afternoon, we sat in silence, the air thick with annoyance. Noah read his book like I didn’t exist. I wanted to scream. When detention finally ended, he stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Try not to crash into anyone else tomorrow.” I glared at him. “Don’t worry — you’re not worth the bruises.” He smirked. “We’ll see.” Somehow, I had a feeling this was only the beginning. I stood frozen, cheeks burning, heart pounding with rage. Who did this guy think he was? I didn’t know his name yet, but I already knew one thing — I hated him.