let me trust you

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"96% , you've got to be joking." I lower my head in disappointment and grumble almost to myself. The chair in front of me creaks ,as it rocks backwards, and I quickly throw my arm over my paper in attempt to cover it. He can't see it.

Fuck.

I'm praying I got more than him, even if it's only a one mark difference. He leans back, head tilt upside down causing his dark curly hair to brush my desk and says "that's unlucky, El I'm sure you're efforts to beat me will soon pay off."

Fucking asshole.

Molten anger flows through my blood as I kick the back of his chair with my foot so that his smug face is out of my sight. That only makes him grin even more. "Oooh come on El, two more marks ain't even a lot."

Great. He's going to remind me of my failure for decades now. I know he isn't going to let this go, and my head starts to boil. My palms are beginning to sweat. Gripping my pen in my hand, I bite down on the lid to keep myself from reaching across the table and punching him in the face.

"Nerd." I tell him, and he's smiling even more now. A chuckle escapes him and I furrow my eyebrows in frustration. Why does he do this? Why is he such a pain in my ass? God.

I hover over my seat and move my head so I can get a clearer view of his paper. I don't believe him. He's a liar. Always has been. He seems to understand what I'm trying to do because I find myself face to face with his sheet. And there it is. In red ink... a big fat 98%.

I hate him.

I clench my jaw, he's not going to get a reaction out of me. "You needed that 98% more than me anyways," I tell him.

"You sure."

"Positive."

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Our psychology professor has given our class a new assignment. It seems challenging but that only makes it more exciting. She informs us that it's a dual project. Great. I hate doing school projects with others since I somehow always find myself being left to do all the work or stressing out trying to finish on time because no one cares.

There's 10 minutes left of class, so I decide to start brainstorming some ideas in case this becomes a solo project. I'm quickly interrupted by an annoying, nails on a chalkboard kind of sound.
"Wanna team up," he asks, and I let out a laugh. He's got to be taking the piss.
" Listen, I'm gonna regret saying this but we're the only ones with a brain in this class, if we team up there's no chance anyone else is going to come out on top."

He really is taking the piss. A very long one it seems.

"Scared are we?" I remark. "This your poor attempt at trying to ruin my chance at evening the playing field and beating you."

"El I know you're smart so just think about it," "Markle's given us 4 weeks to complete the task, we'll be able to do it in 2."

The bell rings, signalling the end of class and start of lunch. I proceed to stand up and pack my things and try to block out Fredrico's voice as he lists all the reasons why his idea makes sense.

I zip up my backpack. Look him in his brown eyes. Tell him a definitive, "No." And walk out of the classroom.

He's afraid his winning streak isn't going to last very long.

authors note: hi! first chapter complete <3 hope you guys enjoyed. love f.