“You’re not gonna win.”

Blade said as he dead stared at you while standing with his arms crossed next to his science fair project.

His project had been hand picked by the Physics Committee of your school while your own was chosen by the corresponding Chemistry Committee, two of your school’s factions with a long-standing rivalry. This mean that the dignity of your peers was currently in your hands.

It was definitely nerve wracking, considering Blade’s project was well developed and even engineered artistically. Damn physics kids. The worst part was the fact that there was a damn good possibility he was right, but you would never admit it. You’d rather die than let a physics kid think they bested the beauty of chemistry.