Crush/Boyfriend Imagines

class rivals 2 (requested)

Today was the day. The day of your math exam.

You've never felt so ready. Ever since the time you asked C/n for help, you were quite confident that you can make it. You've never asked him for his help again after that one call, but you solved more questions on your own and they all seemed to add up.

You were quite sure you were going to pass the exam with much more than just a passing grade. You were aiming for excellent.

Your alarm beeped, signalling it was time to finally get up. Wishing you could turn back time by at least a few hours in order to get more sleep, you shuffled out of bed and got ready. You were still half sleepy, but the nervousness, excitement and anxiety you felt made your heart pump faster, blood rushed to your limbs and head. Your fingers were tingling when you were finally seated at your desk, gripping on your pen.

You shuffled on the chair, willing the professor to distribute the exams faster with your intense stare. You wanted to have it over with, before the information you had learnt would leave your brain.

When your exam paper landed in front of you - finally! - you spared no time in beginning to read it through, fill out the questions. In a few seconds, pens scraping against paper was the only sound that could be heard throughout the room. It got so quiet you could hear your own heart and thought that the person sitting at the desk next to yours could hear it as well.

Gulping, you moved your hand across the paper, scribbling slowly and neatly to make sure all the details were clear and your handwriting perfectly clean.

When you were done, you ran through the paper again, scrutinizing everything you've written down. After making sure everything was correct - or so it seemed to you - you leaned back against the chair and set the pen down on the desk.

You looked behind yourself discreetly to find C/n. He was still writing something down. You smiled to yourself for finishing earlier than him.

"Five more minutes, guys," announced the teacher, standing up to walk around the classroom and see how everyone was doing.

After three hundred seconds had passed, everyone handed their papers to the teacher as they left the classroom one by one. As you put down your own paper on top of the exam pile on the teacher's desk, you had a gut feeling that this was finally a breakthrough to your bad luck on maths tests.

You never looked back at your rival, C/n when he left the room, so the smile plastered across his face went unnoticed by you.

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The next few days were filled with anxiety that came with waiting for the exam's result. You almost didn't want the day the results will be announced to come. At the same time, you were dying to know. To know if you placed above C/n.

Even though you had a new feeling from the exam the day you wrote it, C/n would smirk and wink at you more often than not whenever your eyes landed on him, which only contributed to the anxiety you already felt because of the exam's results. What was his deal now? Did he think we became some sort of friends, acquaintances? Or did he think he still scored better on the exam than me, thus those looks?

To say the least, your eyes kept going to the clock during the mathematics lesson when the day finally came, trying to make time go faster. Your teacher always handed out your graded papers five minutes before the end of the lesson. But time had never gone by this slow before. Wasn't the clock broken?

Your leg was bouncing up and down against the floor with anticipation and impatience. Only a minute had passed since you last glanced at the clock, and it felt as if you looked at it at least ten minutes ago.

"Alright, class. Time to look at your papers," the teacher suddenly said, making you abruptly turn your head around.

Yes. Finally.

The teacher called each student's name individually, the students then proceeding to walk up to the teacher's desk and take their paper. You watched your classmates as they walked back to their desks, looking at the paper in their hands - some smiling, some frowning, some wearing a confused expression.

"Y/n," your name was called finally. You jumped up to collect your paper. "I thought you'd do better, Y/n. To be honest, I was quite disappointed by your results," said the teacher as you took your graded paper. You wanted to ask what that meant, surprised by the statement. What could you have possibly done wrong? But the teacher went on to call another student forth, so you left it be.

You didn't look at your mark until you were seated at your desk again.

Good that you waited. If you'd look at it while still walking back, you'd probably stumble and fall.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Your teacher's voice sounded muffled as more students got called and approached the teacher's desk. Your hands shook, so you rather put the paper down and your hands in your lap, squeezing them tightly.

Your throat was dry and your eyes stung.

Everything was crossed. Each equation, each solution crossed with an X.

'This method does not make sense at all.'

'Where'd you get those numbers from?'

These and a couple more commentaries from your teacher decorated the margins of the paper, written in elegant cursive that was in sharp contrast with your fast scribble.

You got an F. A big, red, fat F. How could-

As if in a haze you saw C/n approach your desk with his own paper in hand. "How'd you do, dumbo?"

His, at first glance, genuinely concerned smile could fool anyone, but not you. He looked innocent, especially with his hair fluffed up and messy as if he had just woken up or perhaps walked here through a very windy route, but now you knew it was just a mask.

You looked up at him, betrayal shining in your glossy eyes. You pressed your lips together. His eyes skimmed across your face before landing on the paper set on the desk in front of you. He scoffed. "Aw, you didn't pass? What a shame," he said while waving his paper in front of your face, displaying his perfect score of a hundred percent. "A little advice for the future," he leaned closer to you and lowered his voice. "Next time, don't trust your enemies so easily." He straightened and patted you on the shoulder as if you did not just fail due to his doing.

How-?

You couldn't even finish the question in your head, let alone ask him aloud.

How could you?

It was no use asking him, anyway. You already knew the answer. You had never been friends and you were stupid enough to fall for his trick. You were rivals ever since you could remember and you were stupid enough to get caught in his trap and now he watched you bleed. You should've known better than to blindly trust his intentions.

But truthfully, you doubted he could be that cruel. Sure, he teased you, made fun of you, annoyed you and threw his perfect scores in front of your face whenever an opportunity to do so came up, but you would never think he was capable of playing dirty.

Guess you really did not know your enemy at all after all.

You didn't even register when he'd left - you only realized you had been staring at plain air after a couple seconds.

Okay, so this is the way he wants to play? Well, two can play this game as well.

With a determined exhalation of air, you stood up and got lost amidst the students in the hallway.

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guess i need to write a third part as well now?

this ones short cause i thought the last sentences fit well for an ending and also cause i cant think of how its gonna continue HELP

comment all the ways you can think of to sabotage someone here ✍️ and lemme use some of your ideas (gotta be something with school/academic results, grades - like 'forgetting' to tell someone you're writing a test and then watch them panic as they find out they're writing a test just when the teacher puts the paper in front of them or sum)