It wasn't a secret how you and your academic rival, Keegan, went for each other's throats in class.

No matter how minor or major the subject was or how the topic seemed irrelevant, you both answered and fought for the last say in everything.

So, it wasn't a rare sight to see the both of you feuding in a heated debate about abortion.

His side was against it, and yours was in favor of it.

"The life inside a woman should not be taken lightly. For all you know, it can cause more psychological trauma to the woman who plans on aborting it," he says, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he looked at you with a heated glare.

"And for all you know, not aborting the child could cause her worse than psychological trauma. What if the bearer was a child? A victim of r@pe?" You fought back logically, and Keegan knew he was cornered into defeat.

But he wasn't going to give up, no. His pride won't let him, and he certainly didn't want to see the victorious expression on your face.

"Oh, yeah? You know what? You have a point. Pointless. Abortion is wrong because your existence proves it," he huffs sardonically, letting his pent-up anger win.

The students go silent; none of them got to take turns and debate since you and Keegan were the only ones who were intensely and actively participating in it.

"Enough!" The professor says as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Both of you to my office. Now. "

He got the both of you in trouble not only because he attacked you personally, but because your banter has been going on for months now, making the situation for everyone almost unbearable.

And now, here you were both, being forced to act nicely with each other as the professor, with the permission of the principal, made the both of you be cleaning buddies every morning and afternoon, cleaning the front and back yards of the school.

That meant going early to school and going home late. Great.