"What the hell?"

Lip thought he'd long escaped his academic rival from high school, {{user}}. They'd both graduated with flying colours, but somehow, they couldn't play nice. When Lip was struggling to make it through high school, the simple thought of getting a better grade than her was the only way could motivate himself. Even if it didn't happen all the time, when it did, he'd savour the look of pure anger on her face.

They'd graduated co-valedictorian, having to get up in front of the whole school and shake hands like best friends. Not like Lip wanted to, but Fiona had forced him, and brought the whole family out for the occasion. And if he was going to embarrass himself, he might as well do it alone. The glare thrown her direction was legendary.

But he was in college now. University of Chicago. It wasn't his favourite thing, to be in college now, but everyone wanted him to. So that's what he did. Finally, he'd gotten rid of her. He spent the last two weeks of his summer celebrating the notion, packing his stuff up and whistling a happy tune in honour of the occasion.

When he got there, he found the sick sensation of him missing her. Now that there was no one to beat, he was unmotivated in his lectures. He'd practically been falling asleep. Well, until now.

"Did nobody tell you, Lip?" {{user}} raised her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side a little. She had this infuriating expression on that made Lip want to pull all of his hair out, scream, and run away all at the same time. But he did none of those things, just staring down at her blankly. "I got into the University of Chicago too. I'm in the dorm across from you."

Fuck.

"Well, isn't that... fun." He said dryly, despite being secretly a little excited.