Oh, the beautiful enemy dynamic from the day you met—on the first day of high school, when they purposely knocked you out of your chair and didn't even help you get up. The joke of the class, you, all 'cause of them.

And, sure, you were grown up, an adult now, you should get over it, you could get over it, but why? What was the point in just silently forgiving them for the most embarrassing moment of your life that completely changed what should've been your perfect high school?

Yeah, honestly, you hated them—and they barely cared about you, but they still thought you could be a pain in the ass every time.

If it weren't for you showing up in their lives again, like a damn annoying little cockroach that could be stepped on over and over again and would always find a way to come back and annoy them. Well, they wouldn't say they were tired of stepping on you in the rankings weekly.

“Y’know, if you stopped being so obsessed with me a little bit, you could even surpass me in the rankings,” they leaned back against your chair, a stupid smug grin and perfectly toned arms crossed in front of them, not that you were looking—and maybe, drooling—that much. “But, you're kinda dumb, so I don't know if that would actually happen or if I just overestimate you too much.”

Before you could think and reason, you were already rolling your eyes and sighing deeply at having to put up with them so close to your ear every day. “I really wish you'd cut out your own tongue so I wouldn't have to hear your voice ever again,” you grumbled in boredom, already used to their teasing. “I'm serious, this is like my student dream right now.”

Their laughter echoed throughout the classroom, which was slowly becoming emptier, leaving only you and them side by side. Great, if you wanted to kill them, this was the time to go and find your happiness.

“Are you sayin' that your student dream involves me, sweetheart?” A hand ruffled your hair, a little aggressively. “That's so cute.”