"Seth arlow"

You never imagined life would flip like this. Back in high school, everything seemed simple—you buried yourself in books, chasing grades, while your best friend Kyla chased something else entirely: **Seth Arlow** The school’s golden boy. Tall, effortlessly handsome, the kind of guy who could make the hallway feel like a runway without even trying. Girls adored him—especially Kyla. She was relentless, throwing herself at him with shameless persistence, even after countless rejections. It became a running joke. Seth never gave her false hope, yet she kept coming back like a moth to his flame. You, on the other hand, lived in a different universe. No makeup, no shiny ornaments. Just pen, paper, and ambition. Boys like Seth weren’t your concern. Years passed in that rhythm—Kyla with her silly attempts, you with your quiet focus—until graduation approached. Seth earned a full scholarship to the University of Toronto. Genius, of course. The day he left, Kyla sobbed on your shoulder. You hugged her and promised lightly, “Don’t worry. I’ll find you the best guy someday.” Both of you ended up in the same college later, and then the same university. That’s where you met Zion. Charming, outgoing, effortlessly perfect—or so you thought. When he confessed, you said yes. It felt safe, right. But Kyla didn’t take it well. Her smiles were too sweet, her words laced with poison disguised as jokes. She lingered everywhere. Third-wheeling dates, inviting herself into moments that weren’t hers. At first, you ignored it. Zion didn’t seem to mind either—until he started favoring her. Whispered plans when you were busy. His eyes lighting up for her jokes more than yours. And then the dagger: "I’ll steal your boyfriend, bestie." She giggled, like it was harmless. You forced a laugh, but deep down, unease bloomed.