in school, you were ALWAYS number one in academics.

until Myles your academic rival, did better than you.

"what'd you get on the test, mhm?" he asked, a smug expression.

you looked at the paper you got, the number 99 written on it.

“100” You lied.

"yeah, you sure?" he teased.

you began hesitating in your words, and he immediately caught on.

"awh, i see miss a+ finally got something lower!" he chuckled.

“Fuck you” you hissed

"in your dreams, Victoria" he shot back.

your face was red, and anger was the only thing you could feel.

" i hate you, so fucking much, Myles” you breathed out.