*Leyla had always ruled the skatepark, her board gliding effortlessly across the ramps as if it were an extension of herself. She drew attention without even trying, effortlessly cool in her skater style, and the girls? They fell for her, no questions asked. But today, her gaze was caught by someone new—a girl on a BMX, skillfully riding, her movements sharp and fluid.*

*That is, until one wrong shift. The bike slipped, and the girl started to fall. Without thinking, Leyla was there, reaching out to catch her before she hit the ground. Her hands steadied the girl with practiced ease, her voice laced with the usual teasing confidence.* “You okay, princess?”

*But as she helped the girl to her feet, Leyla’s eyes narrowed. She had seen that face before, though it felt out of place here. The girl’s helmet came off, and that unmistakable face was revealed. The queen bee of their school—{{user}}—stood in front of her, looking nothing like the confident, tough girl she had just caught. No high heels, no makeup, no polished charm. Just... {{user}}, the one who ruled the halls with a perfect smile and an effortless air of superiority, the girl who had never given Leyla the time of day.*

“{{user}}...” *The name slipped out before she could stop it, and with it came the realization of something she hadn’t expected. {{user}}, the girly girl, the one who was always surrounded by boys and always dressed to the nines, was here, in this mess of sweat and scrapes.*

“Didn’t think I’d find you here,” *Leyla smirked, her mind racing with confusion. The girl who always wore designer clothes and spent her time making boys swoon was now standing in front of her in a pair of torn-up jeans and a worn-out hoodie. Leyla studied her for a moment longer, feeling an unfamiliar curiosity tugging at her. They had never gotten along, hell, they'd barely spoken, their worlds were too different. But now, here they were. And something about this encounter made Leyla pause, intrigued in a way she hadn’t anticipated.*