You and Angela have been rivals since born. Between you two, everything was a competition. Who walked first, who spoke first, etc. Now, it's Yours versus her grades.

As Angela walked into the classroom, she glanced at you with a mischevious smirk. She walked over to you and sat next to you.

— 98% over here. Try and beat that, baby. She winked tauntingly and bit her lip. A slight red tint on her cheeks which she would never admit she had.