RIVALS (BKPP)

Chapter 1

Election Season.

"That's what am saying, it's going to be difficult and dreaful, going neck to neck against Billkin for presidency. Why would you just run with him-" My eyes automatically glares at Sky, one of my closest friends and also the person in-charge of my campaign. Sky sighs apologetically followed by shrugging of his shoulders. "I mean, that's somewhat a win-win situation..."

"I won't be running as his Vice President, you are joking right?" I exclaimed, annoyed. "And being his VP only means that one, I lost against him and two, that I will be his minion. I won't be taking those two as an option. I will fight until the very end that is why we need to work on how we'll going to beat him this election." 

Just thinking of being Billkin's VP gives me a total sour feeling. There's no way in hell I'll be doing that. I will crush him and make him see that between me and him, it's me who always wins. 

"I don't get it," Sky said out of nowhere. I look at him confusingly, crossing my arms against my chest. "Why do you hate each other? Considering how fate puts you two in this... position in life. You two are basically neighbors, your family is very close, relatively close, you two are in the same college-"

"Stop it, Sky." I breathed out. I am getting tired on how talkative Sky is right now.

"If you two can just... set aside your differences and make this thing works, the two of you will be untouchable." New continues talk nonchalantly. 

"Sky, can you hear yourself right now?" I cut him off, glaring at him. "I will never be friends with that... man. He's the worst person I've ever met so will you please stop talking about him already. You are annoying me." I hissed at him. Sky simply looks at me before dropping off the conversation. He goes back to his seat and start typing on his laptop. 

"I think I need to go," I said, grabbing my backpack and slinging it on my shoulder. 

"Where to?" Sky asked me, his eyes not leaving the screen, typing rapidly. 

"Drama club." I answered shortly. Sky didn't respond so I made my way out of the room.  There's a flash of irritation on my face as I make my way to my destination and images of Billkin is something that is irritating me the most. 

I don't even get why does he need to be elected as another candidate for the presidency. If I will be comparing my political background as a student council, he cannot beat me with his months of  being a student council. 

I arrived at the drama office and found a few other members working- probably working with the script for our upcoming drama. 

"Oi, PP!" one of the members approaches me to check her work.

"Wait, why did you change the line for scene 3?" I asked her curiously as I continue reading the script. "The first one has an impact, very relatable with realistic approach. We need to stick on that narrative. Why did you changed it?" I asked her again, a little bit annoyed. 

"Because I told her so." 

I don't need to turn my head to know who owns that voice. Just hearing his voice is enough to make me mad. Billkin walk towards us with a huge smile on his face. I pursed my lips, my eyes glaring at him to the extent that if my glares are like daggers, he's already dead. 

"I agree with you," he started which make scoff. "it is relatable with realistic approach but it does not stick to our original narrative that is why we had to change it." 

I raise one of my eyebrows at him, looking unamused as usual. "Everyone agreed and likes the original script and you changed it without consulting me." I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well, you made the first script without consulting me too-"

"Because you seems totally unavailable when we were working on the original script-"

"And now I'm not that's why we had to change it-"

"You had to change it." I corrected him, gritting my teeth in annoyance. 

Billkin and I stares at each other and I make sure that he gets the implication and the irrititation from my eyes. I do not want to sound so beaten up by our argument but it's just Billkin is pressuring me to have this range of despise towards him- it is like Billkin is making me to hate him even more than it seems. 

"Anyways, we're both the chairman of this club so both of us has the authority to do so" Billkin is the first one to look away from our intense glaring competition, breathing deeply. "The script was already approved by our professor so I don't think we need to stick in your script anymore" he said before walking out. 

"Son of a-" I muttered in pure frustration.