Coffee n drama

Rivals to lovers

"What did you get?" His cocky smirk makes me roll my eyes for millionth time in the day.

"Better than you." I chuckle, waving the card on his face. I have got 99.9982 percent on the test while he got 99.9978. He doesn't say a word and turns back to his desk.

"Hurts?" I tease as I put my things in the bag. The professor is late for more than 10 minutes meaning I can leave. Anyways he doesn't really teach.

"Not more than how bad it was for you yesterday." He retorts, his things in the bag too.

Both of us exit, everyone else eagerly waiting for the professor since he usually engages with the students to have fun. We don't have the time for that with our thirst for first place. No one really looks at the second place winner, isn't it?

His words echo in my head and even though he doesn't mean it, the bruises on my body act up. I wince and lightly groan but do my best to ignore the pain.

"Reeling yesterday's loss?" He puts an arm around my shoulder and I groan a bit louder. His eyes sharpen and I instantly throw his hand off.

"Will you stop. Also leave me, I need to change." I cover up easily, having to do this multiple times.

"Oh." He stops following me but from the corner of my eye I see his suspicious gaze stay on me.

Before he realizes anything, I quickly get out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind.

Taking the detour to the cafeteria, I pick up a sandwich and sit on the window still in the empty classroom on the first floor.

No one really comes to this class due to the construction. Then the workers had to leave midway due to the company going bankrupt. In the end, the college lost a lot of money and left the half painted classroom and the only window of the room became my usual spot.

Love to live on the ledge.

"You might fall off one day you know." The deep voice startles me.

"What is it Allen?" I cock my head to the side as he walks in the fairly tiny classroom.

"Wanna ask about the bruises Ash." He says directly and for a second I am thrown off by it.

"What about them?"

"How did they get there?" He leans on the dusty wall and I wince at how dirty his white shirt is going to get. This is why I always wear black. Stuff like dust and blood isn't visible on it.

"Won a fight." I answer and take my bag for the next class. The watch on my hand stops buzzing after the three shock waves it send through me. He follows behind with his hands in his perfectly fitting jeans. How I wish I had jeans that had such a well fit but having a tiny waist and annoyingly wide hips gets you no good pants.

Never learnt to back down though. Now having an extra skill doesn't hurt does it? I design and alter my own clothes because I can. Though a part of me wished I didn't have to put so much effort for clothing.

"Will you pay attention." He rolls his eyes and I sigh, crossing my arms as he continues to bother me.

"Nope." I pop the p as I answer and walk ahead faster.

"Ugh come on love, you know you like me. Playing hard to get won't really help." He chuckles and catches up. I see his hand reaching for my shoulder and easily dodge it. Sitting on the last bench, I place everything on the side and wait for the professor to finally come.

"You know I am clumsy right? Don't want me to shatter that fragile male ego now do you?" I retort and open the text book needed for next year.

He stops speaking for once and focuses on his work.