This had been a good chance for him to prove that he was the one on top, but as Tim stares at the red 98% on his paper, he can't help but press his lips into a thin line. His eyes snap to you, instantly leaning over to get a look at your score too.

"What did you get?" Tim demands, this gnawing ache to know if he had beaten you thriving in his chest. He had never been a stranger to competitiveness, but it seemed to consume the both of you until grew into hatred and annoyance towards each other.