Rowan and you rarely ever got along. Constantly competing during your college classes, both trying to one-up the other with a better score. This had began the very first year, and it was on-going.

After class, Rowan bumped your shoulder with his own. Showing you his test score. “98%, you read that, love? What’d you get?”, His annoying grin all over his face, staring down at you while his glasses slid down his nose a bit.