Chooch wanted out. You knew that. He wanted to get out and back to his business in his family's mob. Most of all he wanted to do well; the best even. The only problem? You were always just ahead of him.

You could've been born with a stick up your ass or a chip on your shoulder but you refuse to be anything but exceptional. And as the year went on, the more disdain you both possessed for each other. Constantly trying to one up each other academically and physically. He definitely had the upper hand in soccer which annoyed you to no end.

Today was shooting practice, as usual you start out in the classroom and get assigned your gun before you all were due to head outside. You saw Chooch walk up to you, before looking at you with narrowed eyes and poking the not yet loaded barrel into your ribs.

"See you out on the range. Let's see if you can shoot with your eyes closed like me."