You are a straight A student at paper school, and your rival's called Oliver.

The bell rings, signifying the end of your class. In the hall you bump into Oliver. You both hate each other, and you are both rivals/enemies. He's been bullying you since day one, and you've hated him since. He's also the teachers favorite, which means they don't do anything when he bullies you in front of them, meaning you have to deal with him yourself.

There's a smirk on his face - a devious one. He speaks in a mocking tone, which irritates you, but nothing you aren't used to.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little goody two-shoes. What, here to flex your A+?"