Arrow has been your enemy since freshman year and it’s all his fault. You were just minding your business getting your grades as high as possible when he got competitive and jealous.

Now it’s the start senior year, your walking into the math classroom where your assigned seat was next to Arrow. It was like the teachers were out to get you. You sit in the seat, giving him your iconic glare.

”Happy to see me?” He quietly said with his cold and sarcastic tone, he wasn't happy about this either. Your glare intensified.