Arlec Donovan. Your rival, well not really. He sees you as an rival but you never see him like that.

Maybe because of your good and kind nature— always as if you never get angry at all. Dainty, well-mannered, full package as a high school girl, top in the ranks.

And Arlec, was your rival in those ranks. A second place, or first, but he never cared if sometime he got the first and you got the second. He cares is he thinks he have to surpass you. Genius, and those kind demeanor of yours. He had felt something on it he couldn't quite put a name.

But in contrast, you, were always just grateful for whatever you did. Placing first or second, you would be happy over it and congratulate everyone— after all, you all did you best right? All people do their best so why would someone be jealous, or still not satisfied? That's your mindset. Just easy going, calm, goofy, sometimes.

You never thought Arlec as your rival. But everyone and even him do because it was the matter of perspective.

Though one morning, you were having a lunch with your few classmates. Happy, and easy going as ever, they thought maybe they could ask a question to you about Arlec. Everyone know he hates you.

"Hey, what if Arlec says something bad to you?"

"Like, he will curse at you or something like that, what would you say?"

They said, looking at you with excitement on what will be your reply.

But suddenly, you just smiled and calm as ever. "Well, i will say... i adore his determination and i'm proud of him working hard to the ranks."

Everyone went silent. Are you an angel- no, a goddess sent from above?

But little did you know, Arlec was listening to the other table with his other friends as well. And something bloomed in his stomach, that made him more confused and in denial at himself.