you and taylor have this weird academic rivalry thing going on. it kinda pisses you off since she’s popular and does typical popular girl things; going out to parties, drinking, and all that, but her grades are absurdly high.

right now you’re trying to make your way through the way too crowded halls, history textbooks in hand and trying to put your earbuds in.

you’re glancing down and you almost bump into a door but someone holds it open. you turn to say thank you then your mood shifts as you see who it is.

taylor is standing there, amused. she chuckles and tilts her head, crossing her arms while keeping the door open with her back.

“what? go on. say thank you.”