𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 | the summer i turned pretty

rivalry.

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"Cause I can see you waiting down the hall from me, and I could see you up against the wall with me."

- taylor swift

cw: mature language + suggestive themes

      STEVEN CONKLIN IS A STUPID, LITTLE BITCH WHO CAN GO ROT IN HELL.

Maybe that's too harsh, but I don't care. There is absolutely no way that Steven fucking Conklin got more than me on our physics test.

It's completely nonsensical. Completely unfair.

Why did he of all people have to be blessed with a brain?

He's at his locker shoving books into his backpack as I walk up to him. It takes quite literally everything in me to stop myself from running up to him and slamming his locker door shut with his head still in it.

"How the fuck did you get 100% on the test?" Steven zips up his bag before looking at me, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Wow, stalker much? I always knew you were obsessed with me." He sighs, leaning against his locker door. "Can't resist me? I don't blame you-"

"Answer the damn question."

He whistles. "Someone's not in a good mood. What, did you get only get a 99%? Start studying a bit too late?" 

"We both know that's not the case here."

"Right, I forgot that you dedicate your entire life to studying and have no social life. That one's on me."

I roll my eyes. "I have more of a social life than you ever will, and answer the fucking question."

"I don't really feel like answering it though," He leans in closer. "Why would I give away my top secrets to you?"

"Top secrets?" I scoff. "You're such an open book that everyone can read you. I hardly doubt you'd be able to keep any secrets with your big mouth."

"Ah!" Steven pulls back and glances away, a hand to his chest. "You wound me. Unfortunately, I don't believe you. You love me and my big mouth." He looks straight at me. "Don't you?" 

Usually, a simple 'fuck you' would suffice, but my test mark combined with Steven's annoying insinuations has made my patience go out the window.

I grab him by the jaw, and pull him down so close to my face that I can count every freckle on his skin. 

"Wha-"

"Steven, sweetheart, if you think that people actually enjoy listening to the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, you're in for a rude awakening." I purposely drop my eyes down to his lips. "The day you finally shut up is the day that you might actually get a girlfriend."

I let go of his jaw and push him back slightly. He stumbles a little bit, and the back of his hand comes up to cover his mouth, all while his face is flushed.

What a sight. Steven Conklin, blushing and avoiding eye contact. I wouldn't mind him that much if he stayed like this.

"Put those pretty lips of yours to something of use next time, okay?" I pat his arm, a sickly sweet smile on my face. "Then you might actually be tolerable." 

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It's always been a competition.