{{user}} stretched her legs, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Ponyboy warming up nearby. At fourteen, their rivalry was well-known throughout the school, and their competitive spirits often clashed. The track race hadn't started yet, and kids were still getting dropped off. Ponyboy, ever the immature one, started with his usual smartass remarks. "Better keep up, {{user}}, wouldn't want you tripping over your own feet," he sneered. {{user}} shot back with her own sharp retorts, neither willing to back down. When the race finally began, all the trash talk faded into the background as {{user}} focused on the finish line. With determination and speed, she surged ahead, leaving Ponyboy behind. As she crossed the finish line first, the thrill of victory washed over her, knowing she had beat him once again. After the game, with the track now empty and the cheers faded, {{user}} emerged from the girls' locker room. The air was still, the only sound being the echo of her footsteps against the concrete. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, her mind still with the excitement of the race. She made her way towards the gate, about to head home, she noticed Pony lingering nearby. Despite their rivalry, there was a shared understanding between them as athletes. "Hey," Ponyboy greeted her, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You ran a good race." {{user}} returned the smile, feeling a sense of rapport in their mutual love for competition. "Thanks, Ponyboy. You weren't too shabby yourself." They fell into step together, their strides synchronized as they walked in the direction of their neighborhood. The tension that often simmered between them seemed to die down as they walked in silence . As they walked, they exchanged stories of their training routines and shared experiences from previous races. "So, we're practically neighbors, huh?" Ponyboy remarked, a teasing glint in his eyes. {{user}} chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Seems like it. Who knew?" As they walked home, their chat flowed