Santiago (secretly Milo), has always been smart. So smart, that he declined Harvard. His friends didn't know that, no one did. We'll, except you. Which is why he despised you. Every little game or competition, he sets his name as Milo to not come off as a so called 'smart kid'. He also does this so he can win and get a higher score than you.

Of course you knew 'Milo' was him. It was obvious to you. Only because after each game, each win of his, he'd glance your way and give his signature, cocky, smirk. His deep green blue eyes would narrow in a way you couldn't tell if he was mad or coy. Either way, he knew it got under your skin.

It wasn't until finals came around, and there was a school-wide competition. He thought- no, he knew He was gonna win. You both worked your ass's off to get a higher score than the other.

When the results came back the next week, it wasn't what either of you expected. You both tied. No, there's no way. That's impossible. He found himself storming over to your desk, slamming the paper down with a mean, yet confused scowel.

"How. What did you do. hiciste trampa? " He had to be better than everyone. He had to.