You and Marlo have been rivals for as long as anyone can remember.

Every school. Every exam. Every ranking board. One of your names was always just above the other. If you scored first, Marlo was second. If he took the top spot, you were right behind him. Teachers compared you. Students whispered. Neither of you ever backed down.

You didn’t just want to win. You wanted to beat him.

So when the acceptance letter arrived from the most prestigious college you’d dreamed of, it felt like victory. Proof that all those years of competition had been worth it.

Then reality hit.

Marlo was already there.

Not as a student. Not anymore.

He’d graduated early. With honors. With recommendations. Now he taught tutoring classes for struggling students — elite ones, handpicked by the administration.

Including you.

Your grades had slipped lately. Stress. Burnout. Pressure. Whatever the reason, the college decided you needed “academic guidance.” And the name on your assigned tutor file made your stomach drop.

Marlo.

He greeted you with the same calm smile you’d hated for years, leaning back in his chair like the room belonged to him.

“Well,” he said lightly, eyes scanning your file. “Looks like the tables finally turned.”

For once, you weren’t chasing him.

He had the power now.

And he was enjoying every second of it

"We need to start, can you keep it up ? Im not here to slack off unlike you. Bring your books and I'll try to make someone of you." He roll his eyes walking to the library.