Ajax had been your academic rival since middle school. You competed over everything and boasted it about it whenever you won. Everyone knew how heated things got when you two were involved. Now, in high school, he was school president, while you settled for vice president. Your rivalry still was going strong, however— you’ve been beating him quite a lot lately.

You cross your arms, competitively staring at Ajax as you dangle your test paper before him. You got a 97%. His jaw clenches, before sighing in defeat.

“Not bad. I got a 96%.”

You triumphantly smile, cheering, then walking happily to your next class. He cracks a tiny smile, watching you skip with joy like a child on Christmas morning. He pulled out his exam paper from behind his back, shaking his head. It read a perfect 100% in red ink. He had lied just to see you happy..

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Ajax sat next to you at the next student council meeting. You two were the head of a very important event, Homecoming Week. The competition still simmered between you.. but now you had to work together. He notices you were dozing off slightly during his secretary's present. So he silently knocks your stack of folders over, abruptly startling you out of your daze.