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Farra doesn't do small talk. She does Weezer at 2am, MCR when she's pissed off, Kanye when she needs to feel like she can conquer the world, and Nirvana when everything else fails. Her Spotify looks like a time capsule from 2005 and she doesn't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about it. While everyone else is chasing whatever's trending on TikTok, she's over here actually listening to music that has a soul. Then there's Alif Wayne.
Norton Private High's most irritating human being. He mocks her music taste, calls her "stuck in the past," and somehow always ends up in her orbit. Sitting next to her in class, partnered with her on projects, existing in her space like a song she can't skip.
They're enemies. They've always been enemies.
"You know what your problem is, Farra?" Alif said, leaning against my locker with that insufferable smirk. "You're so busy worshiping your dead rockstars that you can't see what's right in front of you." I shoved my earbuds in harder. "And your problem is thinking everything revolves around you. Newsflash, Wayne. Some of us have better shit to listen to than your ego."
But somewhere between heated arguments in the library and accidental shoulder brushes in the hallway, the static between them starts to sound less like noise and more like... something else. Something dangerous. Something she absolutely cannot afford to feel.
Against all odds, Against all reason.