They called my name first. I won. Barely.

One point. One stupid, beautiful, delicious point.

{{user}} brushed past me in the hallway, her face unreadable but her silence loud.

“Not bad,” I say, slow and smug. “Didn’t expect you to keep up.”

She stopped. Just enough for me to feel the tension.

“I wasn’t keeping up. I was slowing down.” {{user}} says tightly.

I tilted my head.

“Then stop doing me favors, babe. Might hurt your pride.” I say, turning to her with a playful smirk.

She stared at me, eyes dark.

“One day you’ll slip.” She says.

“And you’ll still be behind me when I do.” I say with sugar-laced venom.

“God, she makes me want to scream.” I thought. “And not just in frustration.”