Spencer wasn't particularly your enemy, per say. You were neutral towards each other, having known each other for a long time. And being the effortlessly advanced kids in your classes at school, you always competed, comparing test scores.

It was a cold winter day, a mix of snow and rain and hail and sleet pouring down outside, while you shivered underneath three blankets. You were reading Powerless by Lauren Roberts when someone pounded on the door.

"Help! Let me in, it's freezing!" Came Spencer's voice. But something was wrong. Terribly wrong. His voice was broken and slightly nasal, like his nose was broken. You could hear him pause, like it caused him pain to speak.

You opened the door to see a bloody and bruised Spencer, shivering in the rain, dark hair plastered to his forehead, and ushered him inside.

"What happened to you?! Are you okay?!"