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When Serena Ashford moves into her new dorm at Redthorne Prep she is determined to keep her record as clean as it's always been. No distractions, no temptations. When Arana Crawley starts her third year at Redthorne she has one goal. Don't get caught. Smoking. Drinking. Setting things on fire. But when her new roommate, Serena, moves in she wonders if getting caught is worth it if Serena will just pay attention to her...

Edward and Amelia Quint are twins who come from one of the richest families in Vermont. The Quints have a long standing rivalry with another affluent family, the Hearst's. John is a junior in high school while Delaney, like the twins, is a sophomore in high school. What happens when the teens get sent to Carrington Academy. One of the oldest and most prestigious schools in America. Will the rivalry grow or will new feelings be discovered?

Aurélie Camille Rousseau was born into perfection - heir to a legendary champagne empire, the embodiment of grace and precision both on and off the court. She plays tennis like a masterful game of chess: calculated, controlled, and rarely letting her guard down. Selene Zara Bianchi is everything Aurélie is not: effortless charm wrapped in loose linen and men's tennis shorts, a pianist with fiery instincts and a mischievous smile that threatens Aurélie's icy composure. Daughter of financial moguls, Selene thrives on unpredictability, and she's determined to unseat Aurélie - in every way. At Westbridge International University, where the world's brightest young stars balance fame and future, Aurélie and Selene meet as rivals destined to clash. But beneath the serves, smirks, and scorching rallies, a different kind of game begins - one where the score isn't counted in points, but in stolen glances and impossible tension. In a world of luxury, legacy, and high stakes, how do you win when the lines between love and rivalry blur? ⸻ Selene stretched her legs out, loosening the muscles with a lazy grin. "Ready to lose, Rousseau?" Aurélie's eyes narrowed. "I don't lose." She adjusted her grip on the racquet. "Not to you." Selene laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. "Bold words for someone who's about to eat my serve." The ball flew over the net. Aurélie lunged, but Selene's slice clipped the baseline just out of reach. "Guess the sun's on my side today," Selene said, flashing a dimpled smile. Aurélie's jaw tightened. "The sun doesn't win matches. I do." Highest rankings: #1 in wlwrelationship #3 in enemiestolovers #8 in lesbian