The party's clamor was ripped apart by my boyfriend's jarring laughter, and I froze. His arm was around another girl, her slender hand intimately draped around his neck. I clutched my phone, his sweet words from just an hour ago still echoing in my ears. "Were you... just on the phone with me?" My voice trembled as I spoke, my heart feeling as if a raw wound had been torn open. He dismissively pushed the girl away, his eyes cold. "Don't be a buzzkill. Can't you see I need a little 'excitement'?" The girl beside him shot me a contemptuous look, her laughter shrill and unbridled. "Exactly, some people are just pathetic 'simps,' so cringey." The pain was excruciating, yet it also forged a cool, sharp resolve within me. I looked at the man I had once deeply loved and his new flame, suddenly feeling a profound sense of revulsion. No tears fell; instead, a self-mocking curve played on my lips. It was over. Completely over. I turned to leave, but inadvertently overheard a familiar, somewhat disgusted male voice. "That girl? Tsk, probably the ugliest in school. How dare she dress like that?" It was my childhood rival, the brown-haired boy I'd been at odds with since kindergarten. He didn't seem to recognize me, merely commenting casually on a back in the crowd – my back. In that instant, all the accumulated hurt and anger intertwined into an extreme revulsion. "Men are trash!" I snarled into the air, only to see him somehow already standing beside me. In the dim light, his amber eyes were no longer filled with the hostility of my memories, but held a hint of inquiry. "I'll try not to be that kind of trash," he said softly, his tone devoid of mockery, holding instead a strange, unexpected tenderness. That night, alcohol and adrenaline pushed me to the edge. The hot dance floor, the electric current of his fingertips, and that kiss, fueled by wine and desperation. We tangled together, as if to crush all the ugliness, grinding it into each other's bodies. I woke up in the early morning to an empty bed. Sunlight filtered through the curtain gaps, making last night's frenzy seem particularly absurd. "I actually... had a one-night stand with a stranger, out of revenge?" I murmured, a wave of shame and regret washing over me. No name, no number, I fled like a fugitive. However, not long after I left, the person in the bed slowly opened his eyes. He reached out, only to touch cold emptiness. "Where is she?" He frowned, sitting up, his fingertips still retaining the soft, lingering touch from last night. No name, no number, nothing. An unprecedented anxiety swelled in his heart: "I must find her." Days later, as I walked alone down the street, my ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend, still riding high, sped past in their sports car, their derisive laughter like stinging needles. I just smiled faintly, my eyes brighter than ever. The game, had only just begun. Meanwhile, the man who was once my childhood nemesis was tirelessly searching for me, completely unaware that a decade of interwoven love and hate already lay between us. When a sassy high school girl returns to North Lake High, she doesn't expect to have a one-night mistake with the Beaumont heir, her childhood nemesis, and later team up with him to piss off their exes. Will they eventually fall in love?