My dearest rival

XVI

Kianora's pov

Guess what, today is another day I'd rather be sleeping than be in class.

I'm sure my classes would be very interesting if I actually wanted to be here.

Unfortunately, life is life, and I have to wake up at seven in the goddamn morning to attend business management. I like it and the professor is not a problem, put it at two in the afternoon and it would have been perfect.

Yet here I am, sitting at my desk, nearly collapsing on it as I take my things out.

The seats on the row are empty so I take the seat next to the wall, like that I can have some kind of support clearly needed right now. Most of the seats are taken when the professor enters and starts unpacking his things too when not a second later the door opens loudly.

Everyone was supposed to be already seated if they did not wanted to see the wrath of the professor, but obviously this rule wasn't as followed by the student body as it should.

I don't turn to see whatever idiot is going to invent a ridiculous story as an excuse, but still grateful for the time we're losing as the professor states at him unblinking, while footsteps echo around the room.

"Not this fast Mister. Why don't you sit in the front for once?" I look around and I don't see any seat still available on the first three rows. Those are filled with students too determined for their own good, while I seat back and understand just the same from a further point of view.

I look down at my screen, busying myself when I hear a loud noise next to me. I look up, and here in his great glory is standing none other than the infamous Jayden.

What a great surprise.

I scowl and for once since these last few days, I see him mirroring my stance.

We already had a few of this class since the beginning of this week, and my hope to not find Jayden in any classes was quickly erased when I collided with him on Monday, just after what had happened at my house on Sunday. I since then gathered the information he prefers to seat in the back while I'm at the front and I couldn't be happier.

Except when now he's sitting next to me for the next hour and a half.

I would have gladly argued with him on the fact he could have sat somewhere else, even if it's a row behind but when I turn around I see there is in fact for other place until after the six row, which mister Harrisson would have definitely called him out for.

Guess we're stuck.

I try not to look at him, but it becomes harder when he drops on the seat and his glittering hand is on the desk, next to where I'm spread on. A few silver rings on his fingers catch my attention and I'm trying to catch the details on it when it suddenly moves in front of my face.

Jayden waves his hand an inch from my face, his other arm bent on the desk so that he's facing me, a lazy smirk on his face. "Well, hello to you too."

My eyes drop to the rest of his attire and quickly assess his wide black jeans and white shirt underneath navy sweater, making him a look both classy and casual.

I look up to find him staring at me up and down, the same way I was just doing. I suddenly feel very self conscious of my oversized grey jeans and white cropped sweater, as it shows maybe half and inch of skin between my waistband and the hem of the sweater.

I watch him watch me for a second before he hums softly and turn back to face the front of the class. I turn my head and see the professor starting his lessons on business management as I try to ignore my entire body feeling warmer since he appeared.

It's been twenty minutes since the beginning of the lesson, and weirdly, Jayden and I haven't spoken another word to each other. But now feels like the time to break that little happy bubble when he's been tapping his pen on the table for the last minute. I tried to concentrate on taking notes and listening to the professor's voice like I would a podcast, but unfortunately, it didn't do anything to erase the tick tack coming from beside me like clockwork.

When it's been about two minutes, I snap and turn towards him. "Could you fucking stop."

I can see I startled him when he frowns at me and only when I glance pointedly at his hand his expression morphs into one of annoyance, "Then, could you stop hitting your keyboard like you're personally mad at it when you're typing on it?"

"Well, I wouldn't be so agressive if there wasn't a back round noise irritating me." I respond trough clenched teeth.

"Great, so you stop then I'll stop." He glares.

"No, you stop first." I turn fully towards him, holding his gaze.

"No, you."

"You stop, I asked first."

"I'm older." he hisses.

"Yes, four months, I'm more mature, and what the fuck does this have to do with anything?"

"I'm definitely more mature." Hell no.

"I'm prettier."

He doesn't say anything for a second before he drops his gaze for a second, looking at my body, before he brings his eyes back to me. "I have better clothes." Though, it doesn't sound nearly as convinced as the responds before.

I was about to fire back when someone clears his throat, rather loudly so we both turn away, towards the front of the class, annoyed to have been interrupted. "Mister and Miss, if my class doesn't interest you, no one if forcing you, you can gladly go and gratify us with a moment of silence." The professor says, looking at us.

We both sit correctly after that, not without a last look shared between us, not totally a glare, something less and more at the same time.