The Villain's PactChapter 1

After the lightning strike, my childhood best friend and I woke up.

He was the obsessive psycho male side-character. I was the vicious, bitchy female side-character. We were, in short, the villains.

In the original story, after failing to win the protagonists' love, he frames the hero, and I torture the heroine.

After waking up, we were both just... tired. We decided to take one for the team and just date each other.

At our engagement party, the stoic hero and the sweet heroine cornered us, their eyes red. "Why?" they demanded.

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Asher and I were your classic, bored rich kids.

He was a Level-5 simp, hopelessly chasing Lily, the brilliant, broke scholarship student who wouldn't give him the time of day.

I was a Level-10 psycho, desperately obsessed with Connor, the ice-king CEO. I was so in love I'd actually tried to drug him.

That night, a thunderstorm was rattling the city. I’d cornered Connor in his office. I was going in for a kiss. He was motionless, his perfect mouth an inch from mine.

Just as I was about to make contact, he shoved me back. He actually brushed off his suit jacket, his face twisted in disgust.

"You're pathetic, Sloane. Get out."

I just stood there, stunned.

Meanwhile, Asher had just been brutally rejected by Lily—again. His offer to pay her tuition had, apparently, wounded her pride.

"Stop trying to buy me, Asher. I will never like you."

He was standing outside my condo, soaked to the bone, when I pulled up. He told me his sob story. It was the only thing that made me feel better.

"God," I sighed, "you look like a drowned rat."

He sneered. "And you look like the psycho they just kicked out of the party. We're a matched set."

We stared at each other. A massive crack of thunder split the sky, and a bolt of lightning hit the sidewalk right between us.

As we were thrown back, the last thing I remember was yelling:

"What the hell did you do to piss off God? And why am I getting dragged down with you!"