Because Of Her.

53 | I want you to be my spy.

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Also this one is quite long so gear up fellas, it's going to be messy...

I was never one to be competitive over things especially where I have interest but not to the point I will use every tactics to win against a person and prove them who is better. Since as long as I can remember things always were so easy for me, I had a good childhood with my loving parents, no sibling rivalry between me and my brother or fighting for attention from favorite parent. It was always like this —may be due to this I had a mindset of seeing things differently around me.

I never had any problem in household but when I became friends with Amy, a slight competitiveness which we can call a territorial feeling towards her were generated especially when she was a chatterbox and often used to get mix with people unlike me who had a hard time. But still that didn't last long when I grew up and matured enough to understand how I don't have to be competative over a thing which doesn't need any hard work of mine. Amy will stay as my friend as long as we have compatibility.

But what I used to hate since kid was to get challenged on by someone. I hated the feeling when someone used to say something in a way that feels like it's only a thing only they can do and not anyone —where they build imaginary bridges of their fake praises—that was something I used to avoid, people like that in general because I can't just remain silent knowing there's a challenge waiting for me.

I often got in trouble due to that back in school or with my parents whether they meant their words as challenge or I interpret their tone wrongly—it was on me since I was the one to let myself moved forward to prove them wrong. Amy was someone who used to balance me out here when I let myself irked by it easily, she often used to help me out to not get riled up so easily and that there's no point proving someone when they're wrong. So for a while I let myself loose on that area and was doing fine with not getting easily influenced with anyone but then it happened.

A boy with an obstinate mindset waltzed in my life and since then he is making me challenge on stupid little things that I can't help but to let him drag me into it.

All the work I done on me to not be able to get dragged like that went to waste when he talk so highly, so surely and so damn confidently as if he is the one who have his ways around and not me. I hate him for that and most importantly I hate how I can't avoid him. I have avoided fair share of people in my life but him...one word with that particular tone of him is out of his mouth I am ready with my stubborn heart to prove him wrong.

He is not like any person in my life who used to validate my every whim, who agrees with me on every issue, and who wants to spend time just like I wanted. No...He is someone who will offset me and challenge me on daily basis as if he lives for a moment like this.

Maybe he does but I will like this once I will prove him wrong.

As he said those words about how he will find his ways to have what he wants to hear from me, sitting on his lap and staring into his confident eyes—the way Flawless is playing in background setting the whole environment even more intense than it already was—I can only smile.

"You know over confidence never lead a man to success." I tell him, lifting my index finger to trace his temple. I purposely use my nail, giving a tick to his stitches causing him to grit his teeth before I glide my finger across his ear and let my hand disappear behind his messy curls.

"And having an imperious attitude never leads a woman to success but I can make an exception for you only if you are willing to make one for me." He says rather domineering making me narrow my eyes at him.