Chapter 1: The Rivalry

For as long as Thammasat University could remember, there had been an unspoken war raging on campus.

On one side: Emmy Thipanan.

Top of the class, always.

Cold, calculating, and impossible to beat.

Perfect scores, perfect reputation, perfect everything.

On the other: Bonnie Ratcha.

Chaotic, unpredictable, and way too smart for her own good.

Never studies but somehow still matches Emmy’s scores.

A walking scandal waiting to happen.

They had been rivals since the first day of university, and their battles were legendary:

✔ First year: Tied for highest GPA. Emmy demanded a recount. Bonnie smirked and told her, “Guess you’re not as perfect as you thought.”

✔ Second year: Debate club finals. They annihilated the competition and then nearly murdered each other over a single point.

✔ Last semester: University trivia competition. Tie-breaker question. Bonnie buzzed in first—just to answer, “I’d rather see Emmy lose.” (They both lost.)

Every student knew: You were either Team Emmy or Team Bonnie. There was no in-between.

So when Emmy saw her name next to Bonnie’s on the dorm assignment list, she knew one thing:

This was going to be hell.

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Emmy stormed into the housing office like a woman on a mission.

“There has to be a mistake,” she said, voice sharp but controlled. “I requested a single room.”

Behind her, Bonnie Ratcha strolled in—grinning like this was the best news of her life.

The dorm coordinator barely glanced up from her computer. “No mistakes. We had to make adjustments due to high occupancy.”

Emmy’s hands curled into fists. “I will pay extra. I will move to another building. I will—”

“No exceptions,” the coordinator cut in.

Bonnie leaned against the counter, amused. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, babe.”

Emmy’s eye twitched.

This semester was already ruined.

When Emmy Thipanan arrived at her new dorm, she had exactly three hopes:

Bonnie wouldn’t be there yet.

Bonnie wouldn’t have touched anything.

Bonnie wouldn’t exist.

Hope #1? Crushed the moment she opened the door.

Bonnie Ratcha was already inside, sprawled across the bed, scrolling through her phone like she owned the place.

Hope #2? Also dead.

Bonnie’s suitcase was half-unpacked, her clothes scattered on the chair, her books thrown haphazardly on the desk that was supposed to be Emmy’s. There was even an open bag of chips on the floor.

Hope #3? …A girl could dream.

Bonnie looked up, grinning. “Welcome home, roomie.”

Emmy inhaled sharply. “You are unbelievable.”

Bonnie stretched lazily. “Flattered.”

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Emmy set her luggage down with force and turned to Bonnie. “Ground rules.”

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. “Oh? We’re doing this already?”

“Yes.” Emmy’s expression was pure steel. “If we’re going to survive this, we need rules.”

Bonnie sighed, sitting up. “Fine. Hit me.”

Emmy held up a finger. “Rule #1: Stay on your side.”

Bonnie glanced around. “What side?”

Emmy pointed. “That half of the room is yours. You do not cross to mine.”

Bonnie smirked. “So if I step over here…” She shifted slightly, letting one foot land on Emmy’s side.

Emmy glared.

Bonnie grinned wider. “What happens? Do I get electrocuted?”

Emmy crossed her arms. “I’ll make your life miserable.”

Bonnie chuckled. “Babe, you can try.”

Emmy’s eye twitched. “Rule #2: No loud music after 10 PM.”

Bonnie groaned. “You’re no fun.”

“And Rule #3—” Emmy’s gaze sharpened. “Do not touch my things.”

Bonnie put a hand over her chest, mock-offended. “Would I ever?”

“Yes,” Emmy deadpanned.

Bonnie laughed, then reached for a hoodie hanging off the chair. “Wait, isn’t this mine?”

Emmy’s blood pressure skyrocketed. “That is mine.”

Bonnie inspected it. “Are you sure?”

“Bonnie.”

Bonnie tossed it back, grinning. “Relax, Em. You’re gonna get wrinkles.”

Emmy counted to ten in her head.

She turned toward the other disaster in the room—the bed.

“Where’s my bed?” Emmy asked, voice dangerously calm.

Bonnie blinked innocently. “What do you mean? It’s right there.”

“That’s one bed.”

Bonnie smiled. “Congrats. You can count.”

Emmy took a slow, deep breath. “Are you telling me they only gave us one bed?”

Bonnie shrugged. “Looks that way.”

Emmy stared at the bed. Then at Bonnie. Then back at the bed.

“I’m sleeping on the floor,” she decided.

Bonnie gasped dramatically. “You’d rather sleep on the floor than next to me?”

“Correct.”

Bonnie pouted. “You’re missing out. I’m a great cuddler.”

Emmy ignored her and grabbed a pillow, mentally preparing for the worst semester of her life.

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