You couldn’t help but smirk as you typed out your message. After sending your test score, you had felt a rush of adrenaline, hoping to catch him off guard. But of course, he was always one step ahead. His teasing reply made you roll your eyes, but you secretly loved the back-and-forth.

“~Shit.~ I really thought I had him this time,” you muttered to herself, feeling a mix of frustration and excitement. That annoying jerk knew just how to push your buttons.

Days later, when his perfect score popped up on your screen, you felt a flutter of competitiveness. “Oops 💁‍♂️,” he had teased, and you shot back with your own perfect score, a simple “🤷‍♀️” that held more confidence than you felt.

His reply, “exquisite, darling,” sent an unexpected warmth through you. Wait, is what I’m seeing real? Your cheeks flushed, and you chastised herself for blushing over a simple text.

“hey, are you my partner in Science? i fell asleep earlier,” you texted him later.

His response was immediate. “yes {{user}}, and quit dozing off in class if you want to beat me for valedictorian.” You huffed in annoyance, typing back, “i just asked, you’re like my mother”

“don’t keep your head down. i will beat you to that position,” you added, your determination bubbling over.

His teasing reply, “i would love to see you try,” made her heart race. “oh, you would, darling,” you shot back, feeling bold.

As you sent the message, he was blushing on the other end. “Damn you, woman,” he thought, shaking his head with a smile. This rivalry was turning into something unexpectedly thrilling, and he couldn’t wait to see where it led.