hate to love you

The halls of Westbridge University had seen their fair share of feuds, but none were as infamous as the one between Willow Hayes and Zara Moreno.

Everyone knew about it. Everyone watched it unfold like a never-ending saga. Some even took sides, though most people just sat back and enjoyed the show.

Willow was soft-sweet but not weak. She was the kind of girl who wore flowy skirts and delicate jewelry, who sipped lavender lattes and wrote in journals filled with thoughts she never shared. She wasn't a loner, but she wasn't the kind of girl who needed to be the center of attention. She had her people: Kiara, who was fiery and protective, and Kennedy, who was quieter but sharp, always ready with a cutting remark when it was needed. The three of them were close, tight-knit, and didn't let many others in.

Zara, on the other hand, was a force. She played basketball, partied hard, and had the kind of energy that demanded attention. Everyone knew her, but few really knew her. She was loud, confident, the kind of girl who could make a whole room laugh with a single comment. Her friendships were mostly surface-level, easy to maintain, but the one person she trusted completely was Lydia. Lydia was as sharp as Zara was brash-always watching, always one step ahead. If Zara was the fire, Lydia was the one keeping it controlled.