The Competition

Viktor

I hug my sister goodbye as I enter the boys' locker room. The girls have a fencing class and what do we have? I stare ahead in confusion. "basketball, sunshi-"

"What did I say about that nickname, Car?" he smiles and gives me a light tap on the shoulder. We get ready and enter the hall.

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"Niko," a boy chooses the last person. We start the game already ten points ahead, Carson and I are the best at this sport. I look over at the coach, who's on his phone, "Time out!" he yells. Like we just started the game, come on. I excuse myself to Carson and leave the gym.

I'm just a little curious to see what our new student here is like. As I leave the locker room, I make my way to the girls' locker room. I'm just... What the hell am I telling myself? I walk past their lockers and take a look at the door that leads to the second gym. She's there. Fencing with my sister. Natalia makes a move that touches her opponent, tying the score. They take off their fencing masks, giggling, and my gaze falls on the redhead. Her bright red hair, flowing like flickering flames, complements her forest green eyes holding a deep enigmatic allure. My eyes roam over her body the moment she takes off her fencing jacket, revealing nothing but undergarments underneath? Shouldn't there be something under the suit? My thoughts are interrupted by her curvy body and tanned skin, kissed by the sun. She's one of a kind. Let's see if this beauty has any brains.

Out of nowhere, a silhouette appears in the corner of my eye. Carson. I almost got a heart attack. "So, big boy," he begins. "It's Viktor to you," I whisper, looking over at him. "Checking in on your baby sis or the redhead?"

"Do me another favor for the day and shut up," I roll my eyes out of annoyance and walk back to our lockers.

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Finally something I really like. Next period, our majors. Oh God, she is in the same major. I leave early after getting ready and head to the science lab. Arriving at my destination, I make my way to the last desk as usual. Someone is sleeping in my seat. Yelena. "Do you mind, red?," she lifts her head and nods, sliding over to the empty seat next to her. Is she even aware of who is talking to her? She lifts her head a second time. I guess the realisation has hit her.

"What the fuck do you want?" she barks, sitting up and ruffling her bright red hair. I'm taken aback and stutter, "We're in the same major," her expression softens, however still stern. She curses under her breath and changes seats, two tables in front, as far away from me. As possible. "A pretty face like yours shouldn't swear," I call from the back, cackling softly.

"Go Fuck yourself, Viktor." The way my name rolls off her tongue...I'm starting to like this girl. And it's not good.