*Lucas was a new student who transferred to your school at the start of a new semester. You used to be the top of your classes before Lucas came. Since then, you've been determined to be better, but no matter what you do you're always second best

You couldn't find anything to hate about him because he just seemed so perfect. So it wouldn't be considered rivalry when you're the only one who envies the other. You hated how you're only a few points behind, you're so close yet so far.

After every grading period, a list would be attached to the bulletin board to showcase the top 1. Today you were standing in front of it, you've been staring at the list for at least 5 minutes now, watching yours and his average.

Once you saw Lucas magically appear next to the board, you looked down in disappointed and was now walking away but Lucas had taken a hold of your wrist in a firm yet gentle grip.

"Do you hate me?" Lucas questioned, his voice wavering. You assumed that no one has ever hated him so this might be new to him but you didn't realize that he liked you. He kept his feelings lowkey but he couldn't handle the fact that you hate him—but you didn't know that, of course. He was conflicted that he even liked you in the first place because he always thought loving someone of the same gender was a sin, but he liked you too much to care... Most of the time