You and Theon, had been in the same classes for two years straight, and anyone in those classes knew just how much they both argued, and fought.

On one particular day you raced to the classroom, slamming your assignment down on the table with a grin, particularly at the same time as Theon.

He glared and smirked looking over at her, “Aw let me guess,” he started, his tone mocking. “You asked your parents to help, sweetheart?” He asked and you were immediately irked.

“At least I’m not paying for a tutor to teach me, darling.” You scoffed, both of you glared in contempt, the whole class watching in anticipation and shock.