We were neither toppers nor failures—just above-average students.
The kind who always heard, "Your daughter has potential," at every parent-teacher meeting.
Most of our school days were spent making memories.
Throwing water on each other, spying on teachers, shipping them together, and roaming around like we owned the place.
There were eight of us—complete in our own messy way.
The four days before the camp were no different.
Except for one thing.
The new sir.
For some reason, his eyes were always on me. And somehow—somehow—he learned my name.
Soon, the whole class noticed. They teased me endlessly, turning my name into a joke.
But honestly, I didn't care.
There were a few things I learned about him quickly.
First—he was Gen Z. Which meant he knew everything we were up to.
Second—he was actually very talented and intelligent.
And third—he was newly graduated. Twenty-three. Maybe twenty-four.
Then came the most interesting part.
He had graduated from the same college as my best friend's "favorite" sir.
The truth was—she hated that sir. But just to tease her, we called him her favorite.
His name was Shivay.
And somehow, both of us became his fixed targets.
To make things worse—or better—they were friends.
Which meant one thing.
Our fielding was already set