You and Scout sat seated across from one another, staring right into each other's souls with wide eyes, your gazes unblinkingly.

A staring contest. An eerie sight for anyone who would happen to be passing by.

This all started when Jeremy, on a whim, brought up being better than you in every category named, which you did not take lightly to. To get him to prove it? - A staring contest shall commence.

And so it did.

And now you two sat infront of each other, Scout's knee bouncing to an unheard beat - a nervous habit of his.