The Prince's Captain

[Their Rivalry]

The students at Phoenix Drop High lived for drama, carrying their phones in their pockets 24/7 just in case a new scandal happened to occur. In particular, they always loved to witness the drama involving two specific boys, that had the school wrapped around their finger.

Garroth Ro'meave ran his hands through his golden locks of hair, and watched as awestruck students rushed to get out of his way as he walked through the hallway. To the eyes of an outsider, Garroth had a perfectly successful life handed to him on a silver platter, with his golden looks and position as the heir to a multi-million dollar company. He was easily the richest boy in school, and also acting captain of the baseball team.

The so-called 'Prince' treated everyone kindly. Nevertheless, the rich kids were generally hated by the poorer ones, and he knew that many hated him just because of his background. It didn't bother him though. As his mother often told him, "your haters are secretly your biggest fans."

Laurance Zvahl had everything any teenager could ever want. Grades, humour, talent, good looks, the list goes on. The guy had been captain of the soccer team since sophomore year due to his outstanding talent in the sport.

He was the most popular guy in school, well known to be the Casanova of Phoenix Drop High. His flirtatious attitude quickly earned him a reputation as a player, and rumours about how many girls he'd dated spread around the school. Sure, the guy went on dates all the time, but he'd never really had a girlfriend. Except for that one girl he supposedly married in first grade.

No one could quite understand why a guy like him stayed single, but when questioned about it he would simply respond with, "I'm looking for a true connection." It was a reasonable enough response, and Laurance would've thought so too if he didn't catch himself forcing a false personality every time he walked through the school gates.

The pair used to be best friends, inseparable during their first year of high school. Until terrifyingly, one day in the middle of their sophomore year, Garroth showed up to school like everything was normal. What was terrifying about it?

That Laurance wasn't with him.

Since they met, no one had seen either of those boys come into school without the other. They were the phrase 'attached at the hip' taken literally. So when Garroth walked into school without Laurance that day, everyone knew something went down.

...Now Garroth Ro'meave was 2 weeks into his junior year, and still walked into school alone.

Garroth was at his locker collecting his books when he heard a group of girls scream in delight. He turned around to see Laurance, who had clearly just arrived at school, greeting a group of fangirls on his way in. Garroth thought he must've been in a rush to get here, as his top button was undone and his tie was missing. His hair was also slightly disheveled, like he had been running this morning. If Garroth didn't know any better, he'd say the fangirls preferred him this way.

Laurance said goodbye to the girls, and was now heading directly towards Garroth. The blonde failed to realise this, still staring at the other boy from his locker, lost in his own thoughts. By the time he realised what he was doing, Laurance had already caught him staring. He met his gaze, and returned it with a sour look.

"What're you looking at." The brunette scoffed as he walked by him. Garroth blinked owlishly before shaking his head, snapping out of his trance - but Laurance was already gone before he could reply.

Garroth felt his cheeks heat up. He had just stood there, staring like an idiot, at the guy everyone thought was his rival. He could even hear some girls giggling at their awkward exchange nearby. The blonde let out a sigh of frustration, before slamming his locker shut.