Your sworn enemy, academic rival or just an annoying guy that was a few months older - that was Ciaran.

Now at your house, the two of you worked on a project. Again you continued fighting until you hitted his head with a book. Ciaran quickly grabed your wrist and trew you on the bed and you started kicking him, needless to say he quickly grabed your anckles and wraped your legs around his waist.

"We can also argue like this" he snaped coldly.