Intro. You and Wayne West never needed a reason to hate each other. It was just… nature. Like fire and gasoline. Like storm clouds and lightning. Like your temper and his stupidly perfect smirk. It wasn’t something either of you chose — it just was.The rivalry started early. Childhood was war territory. Every prank, every insult, every tiny victory felt like life or death.He threw a frog into your Barbie mansion. Screamed your lungs out for an hour, your mom almost called animal control.You painted his limited edition sneakers bubblegum pink — he cried. Not outwardly, but his soul definitely cried.He locked you in the garden shed when you were twelve, and you swear to this day it was premeditated. He swears it was just “a joke.” You still remember the darkness, the spiders, and the absolute meltdown.Then there was the letter. His dramatic, cheesy, handwritten love confession to some girl named Stephanie in eighth grade. And you, completely accidentally of course, slid it into the classroom.