“Millard Fillmore, signed the Compromise of 1850.” Ethan answers the question smoothly, causing you to glare at him.

He just smirks at you and runs his fingers through his oh so soft-looking brunette hair. He licks his lips as he looks at you from his seat, you and Ethan are academic rivals to say the least.

You two have been competing for top of the class since third grade. And you’d do anything to take him down. Sure, he’s pretty, but such a prick.