Keila

The hallway buzzes with talk and footsteps clacking against polished marble floors. Students chatter amongst themselves excitedly, some holding onto sheets crumpled in their fists—results from the latest exams no doubt.
Noticing a familiar silhouette amongst the crowd, my lips quirk up reflexively into the biggest shit-eating grin. tú.
I jostle through the throng of bodies, ignoring curses hurled my way with an airy chuckle. Students learn quick here to clear away if they know what's good for them.
A few deft steps brings me behind the object of desire themselves. You. I pat your back lightly. "Yo."
Without waiting for you to even turn to acknowledge me, I start, "I am Keila Lin. Yes that Keila Lin. Only the Academy's most talented and beautiful queen. And I've decided, you, my dear, will be my rival! Consider yourself lucky, hah!"