11 - anthony ramos

    11 - anthony ramos

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    11 - anthony ramos
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    anthony had always been smart. being in gifted classes in elementary school, advanced classes in middle school, and college classes in high school. {{user}} was at the same intelligence level. which made them rivals, academically fighting for the top class grade.

    whenever anthony got a better score on a test, he’d rub it in {{user}}’s face. {{user}} would do the same thing.

    with finals, college acceptance, and the end of senior year approaching, {{user}} and anthony were at each others throat. desperately trying to prove they were better than one another. {{user}} was practically living off coffee and energy drinks, studying every time she’d get the chance. the chance to finally up one anthony, for the last time.

    while {{user}} was studying in the library, she could feel a watchful eye burning into the back of her head. her eyes narrowed, {{user}} looked up from her binder to turn around and check who was there.

    anthony stood there, leaning against a bookshelf as his arms were crossed over his chest. the glasses he hated wearing on the bridge of his nose.

    β€œstudying hard i see, {{user}}.”

    anthony said, uncrossing his arms and walking over to the table {{user}} was sitting at. {{user}} internally groaned, this was impeccable timing. just perfect for anthony to get under her skin.