The first day of a new semester was always one of the busiest days at Westbridge University. After weeks of vacation, students returned to campus filled with stories and expectations for the months ahead. The parking lot buzzed with the sounds of engines and lively conversations as students reunited with their friends. Yet amidst all the chaos, Tyler remained as calm as ever.

Leaning casually against his black motorcycle, he held a cup of coffee in one hand while observing the crowd around him. His presence naturally attracted attention. A few female students walking past couldn't help but steal glances in his direction before whispering among themselves.

"That's Tyler, right?" one of them asked.

"Yeah. I heard his GPA is almost perfect even though he skips classes all the time," her friend replied.

Tyler simply smirked when he overheard their conversation. He was used to being the center of attention. To him, it was nothing special.

As he enjoyed the peaceful morning, the loud screech of brakes suddenly shattered the atmosphere. A black car came to an abrupt stop in the parking space right beside his motorcycle. Tyler frowned and turned his gaze toward the vehicle. The way the driver parked alone was enough to annoy him.

"New driver or what?" he muttered under his breath.

The car door opened, and a girl stepped out with an air of confidence. The sunglasses resting on her face only added to the cold aura she carried. Without paying attention to anyone around her, she walked forward as though the entire parking lot belonged to her.

Tyler watched her for a moment before raising an eyebrow.

"Do you always park wherever you want?"

The girl stopped walking and slowly turned toward him. There wasn't the slightest hint of nervousness or surprise on her face.

"At least I know how to drive."

The quick response caught Tyler off guard. Most students avoided getting on his bad side, but this girl didn't seem intimidated at all. In fact, the way she looked at him made it seem as though he was no different from anyone else.

Tyler let out a small laugh.

"You're pretty bold."

The girl removed her sunglasses.

For the first time, Tyler found himself staring. Her hazel-green eyes were sharp, confident, and impossible to ignore. There was something about the way she looked at him that made it difficult to look away.

"My name is Stella," she said briefly.

Tyler flashed a crooked smile.

"Tyler."

"I didn't ask."

The smile immediately disappeared from his face.

A few nearby students turned to look at them in shock. Very few people dared to speak to Tyler like that.

Stella, however, couldn't have cared less. She put her sunglasses back on and looked at him one last time.

"And I don't care who you are."

Without waiting for a response, she turned around and walked toward the faculty building. Not once did she look back.

Tyler could only watch as her figure disappeared into the distance. For the first time in his life, his ego had truly been challenged.

"Interesting..." he murmured with a faint smile.

He had no idea who Stella really was. But one thing was certain. Stella had just become the first person who had ever managed to leave Tyler speechless.

Since their first meeting in the university parking lot, Tyler and Stella seemed destined to keep crossing paths. Whether it was in the cafeteria, library, or faculty corridors, they always somehow ran into each other. And every time it happened, it ended in a small argument.

One morning, Stella was waiting in line to buy coffee at the university cafeteria. After nearly ten minutes of waiting, it was finally her turn to order. But before she could say a word, someone stepped in front of her.

Tyler.

"Hey, that's my turn," Stella said, crossing her arms.

Tyler glanced at her before replying casually, "I know."

"Then why did you cut the line?" Stella asked.

"Because I'm hungry," Tyler answered.

Stella let out a sarcastic laugh. "That's the dumbest excuse I've ever heard."

"Thank you," Tyler replied with a grin.

Without hesitation, Stella shoved his shoulder, forcing him to step back slightly.

"Wait in line like a normal person," she said.

Tyler raised an eyebrow.

"You really enjoy picking fights with me, don't you?" he asked.

"I just enjoy teaching people who have no manners," Stella shot back.

Several students nearby began watching them. Some chuckled, while others were surprised that Stella dared to talk to Tyler that way.

A few days later, they crossed paths again in the library. Stella was working on an assignment when a chair was pulled out and someone sat across from her. She looked up and immediately sighed.

Tyler.

"Isn't there anywhere else to sit?" Stella asked.

"There is," Tyler replied shortly.

"Then?" she questioned.

"I like this spot," Tyler answered.

Stella rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her laptop.

A few minutes later, however, Tyler started tapping his pen on the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Stella clenched her jaw, trying to stay patient.

"Can you stop that?" she asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm bored."

Stella slammed her book shut.

"I don't understand how people call you smart," she said.

Tyler leaned back in his chair with a smirk.

"And I don't understand how anyone can put up with your attitude," he replied.

"If you can't stand it, sit somewhere else," Stella said.

"If you don't like it, you move," Tyler shot back.

Stella glared at him.

Tyler returned the stare with a smile that was deliberately annoying.

As the days went by, more and more students became familiar with their rivalry. Even Tyler's friends began noticing something strange.

One afternoon, while they were relaxing at the basketball court, one of his friends, Ethan, suddenly spoke up.

"I think you like Stella," Ethan said.

Tyler nearly choked on the water he was drinking.

"No way," he replied immediately.

"Then why do you keep bothering her?" Ethan asked.

Tyler fell silent for a moment before answering, "Because she's irritating."

Ethan burst out laughing.

"That's the excuse people always use when they're starting to like someone," he said.

"Shut up," Tyler replied, throwing an empty water bottle at his friend.

But deep down, Tyler had begun to wonder why Stella was always on his mind.

Without either of them realizing it, the arguments that had started with hatred were slowly turning into something far more difficult to explain.