I'm clicking my pen for the fifth time since the beginning of the class. Mr. Garett is talking to the blonde girl sitting in front of me, while she seems annoyed looking at the test he just handed her back. I'm next and couldn't be more nervous.
Last week, we took our first chemistry test of the year. This grade would mark the beginning of the war and I need to win the first battle, I need to beat him.
He, of course, is looking at me with a playful grin. How can he be so chill about it ? I hate his confidence.
Too lost in my thoughts, I'm taken aback by the sound of a hand touching my desk. The teacher hands me my paper with a reassuring smile.
"Good job." he says, before moving to the student behind me.
I take a deep breath and try to look as normal as possible looking at the red mark on my paper because I know he is watching.
91%.
That's it ? I rapidly open my test to see where I messed up. I mean, the test was hard but I studied for hours and now my grade is making it too easy for him to beat me. I can already imagine his cocky remarks about how intellectually superior he is. Now, my day is ruined.
I look up at him to see his attention focused on the paper on his desk. I look away, already annoyed by the sight of him.
A few minutes later, the bell rings and I quickly put my things in my bag, noticing someone approaching me. I roll my eyes. Not him again.
Jayden Harper, my long time academic rival is standing in front of me. I try not to look intimidated by his imposing figure. He grew up since last year, he looks stronger too. Did he spend his summer at the gym ?
"You dont look very well. Did you fail the test or something ?" he says, smirking.
I hate his stupid comments. He's been doing this since 7th grade and it's now part of our daily life.
"We have a philosophy exam in three days, maybe you should go study if you don't want to end up behind me like the last few years." I respond with a sarcastic smile.
He seems to be brought back to reality as he winces a little. Literary subjects are not his strong point, but I can understand that, considering the number of hours he spends at soccer training. I don't even know how he can be this good in scientific subjects. He must be really passionate, or he just enjoys competing with me.
Therefore, I never miss to tease him about his english and philosophy grades. I'm sure he has the potential for those subjects though, he just doesn't put any effort into it. I will never ever admit that to him.
"At least I didn't fail the first test of the year." he shoots back, amused by our conversation.
"I didn't fail the test, a 91 out of 100 isn't that bad."
Of course I know 91% is a really good grade, I'm not that pretentious. It's just not a hundred.
"You got a 91 ?" he asks, his expression changing.
"Yeah, how much did you get ?" I ask, stopping in front of my locker.
"90." he responds after letting out a frustrated
groan.
I laugh at him. I'm really starting to enjoy all of this.
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to catch up." I say with a proud grin.
"Yeah, whatever." he responds before walking to his friends.
As they try to start a conversation with him, he seems to be thinking of something. He quickly glances at me and I know he is more motivated than ever to do everything he can to beat me this year.
This is our last year of high school, I'm gonna have to push myself.
Let the war begin.
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Ivy
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