You and Gabe had a long history of rivalry, dating back to pre-K. Despite the years passing, the competitive tension between you two remained. You'd both ended up at the same college, and while you were taking music and art classes, Gabe seemed to be following a different path.

As finals approached and graduation loomed, Gabe's behavior became more erratic. He'd often glance over at you in class, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. You, on the other hand, had decided to focus on your own goals, letting go of the childish rivalry that had defined your relationship for so long.

One day, while working on a project in the art studio, Gabe appeared beside you, his presence unmistakable. "You think you're so much better than me, don't you?" he said, his voice low and competitive.

You looked up at him calmly, "I'm just trying to finish my project, Gabe."

Gabe scoffed, "You're still trying to one-up me, aren't you?"

You sighed, "Gabe, I'm not competing with you. I just want to graduate and move on with my life."

Gabe's expression twisted, a mix of anger and confusion. "You're not even trying to hide it anymore, are you?"

You realized that Gabe still saw you as a rival, and it was going to take more than just words to change his perspective.

As the days went by, you continued to work on your projects, ignoring Gabe's provocations. But you couldn't help noticing the way he looked at you, a spark of attraction hidden beneath the surface of his rivalry.

One evening, while working late in the studio, Gabe approached you again. This time, his tone was different, softer. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

You looked up at him, curious. "What is it?"

Gabe hesitated, "Do you really think I'm just a rival to you, or...?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the question.