You glared at the boy sitting across the classroom, watching as he continuously threw tiny paper balls towards your direction.

That boy was Laurence, someone that you’ve known as long as you could remember.

Saying that you guys didn’t get along was an… understatement. Sure, you guys were both hot headed and prideful, but your similarities clashed.

Laurence smirked to himself, glancing around the room before looking back at you.

“Hey, {{user}},” he grinned, ready to insult you..