The Competition

Viktor

Carson takes a seat next to me as the class begins. I was a little suspicious why he would suddenly show up in my major? "I think you're in the wrong major, Carson," I whisper to him. "I just missed you, butterfly."

 "Young Carson, you're in the wrong major, aren't you?" Professor Albert looks at him and smiles. I'd say Carson is the popular boy at this academy. He's a brave student for most of the teachers. We've been friends since forever. "I just wanted to ask my butterfly here something." I try to reach him, but instead he dodges and slaps me lightly. "Do not fucking call me that, you fuck," I muttered, but still loud enough for the professor to hear. "Language, Ivanov!" The class starts laughing as he makes his way out. I can see Yelena giggling too. "Bye red!" he shouts, making a run for his major. Typical, Carson. He's late.

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Professor Albert is getting everything ready while most of the students are talking to each other, including Yelena talking to Noah? I never liked that son of a bitch. Always starting trouble, pulling me and Car in his fights. I even doubt he understands the definition of personal space. The only thing he's good at is switching girls every week. After Natalia broke up with him he became a sick psycho who's always near her. I noticed that. 

Also he's craving attention and it looks like his next prey is my rival.

 I ignore them and concentrate on Mr. Albert, who's giving us a two-partner job. I frown the moment 'Yelena and Viktor' comes out of his mouth. In the same major, she is going to be partnering with me. I have always been the top student in my major, and I will not let the rival push me to second place. She walks over to me without apologizing to Noah, who is currently shooting daggers at her from behind, and I can't help but grin a little. 

"So, red," I slide my arm around her waist as I pull her closer to me, our faces inches apart. "What are you doing?," she replies unaffected. 

"Making Noah jealous for trying to take what is mine," I reply calmly.
"I was never yours."
"You will be mine," I throw another playful grin in Noah's direction. "Viktor," my eyes immediately meet hers. I hum, my hand sliding down her waist as she gasps. "Are you out of your mind?" she whispers, pushing me away as she takes the seat where she was at first

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"Are you stupid?," she giggles as I spill the liquid all over our workspace. "If we weren't partners, I would have definitely beaten you," her tone becomes serious. "Oh?, Is that so, darling ?," she hums in agreement. 

"Help me clean up," I switch languages."Hm, what about the magic word?" I look at her and sigh in disbelief. "Please help me clean up, darling" I repeat.