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The clock ticked loudly in the empty classroom, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity. I glanced at Lena, who was slouched in her chair, her head tilted back as if she were contemplating the ceiling's existential crisis. I could barely suppress a smirk; she looked just as bored and frustrated as I felt.

Lena and I had always been at each other's throats. Academic rivals with a passion for one-upping each other in every test, every assignment, and every class debate. Our competitive nature was the stuff of legends at our school, but today, our rivalry had taken a turn for the worse, leading to us sitting together in detention.

The reason for our detention was simple: Lena had been caught trying to cheat on a major exam. And to make it worse, she had tried to use my answers to do it. I was still furious with her for thinking she could outsmart me like that. I'd put in hours of studying, and she thought she could just waltz in and take what was mine?

The irony was not lost on me that we were now stuck here together, forced to sit in silence while we both seethed in our own separate ways. But as I observed Lena's defiant posture, a grudging respect began to simmer beneath my anger. Despite her cheating, she had a certain magnetism I couldn't deny.

Lena finally turned her head, catching me staring. "What?" she snapped, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Nothing," I replied, my voice clipped. "Just trying to figure out how you thought you'd get away with this." I snarled. She rolled her eyes. "Please, like you've never bent the rules before." She hissed. I laughed harshly. "Not like this. I actually value my integrity." I scoffed.
"Spare me the lecture," she shot back. "It's not like you're perfect."she said.

Before I could retort, our teacher, Mr. Thompson, entered the room, effectively cutting off our argument. He handed us each a stack of worksheets—more busy work to keep us occupied. "Get these done before the end of detention," he said before leaving us to our misery.We sat in silence for a while, the only sounds being the scratching of pens and the occasional frustrated sigh. The tension between us was palpable. Lena's defiant stance had softened slightly, and I could sense her frustration with the situation mirrored my own.

After what felt like hours, Lena suddenly pushed her worksheets away and stood up. "I can't deal with this," she muttered, walking toward the door. I watched her, my curiosity piqued despite myself.She paced back and forth, her frustration evident. I could see the tightness in her shoulders and the clench of her jaw. Against my better judgment, I felt a pang of sympathy.

"Hey," I called out, "if you're going to complain, you might as well do it where it can be heard." I yelled. Lena turned, a mix of surprise and annoyance in her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" She said with hostility. I shrugged. "I don't know. Just... talking." I mumbled.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Lena walked back to her chair, slumping into it with a heavy sigh. "You're not exactly thrilled to be here either," she said. "I'm just—" she paused "Frustrated?" I finished for her, taking a seat next to her. "Join the club." I said. She looked at me, and for the first time, there was a hint of vulnerability in her expression. "Yeah, well, it's not just about being here. It's—" she paused again. I waited, but she didn't finish. Instead, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through something, clearly trying to distract herself.

I was about to say something else when she suddenly stood up again, walking toward the door. "I need a break," she announced.
I looked at her, unsure of what to do. "Where are you going?" I called out. "Just... outside for a minute. I can't take this anymore," she said. Before I could stop her, she was out the door. I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. Despite everything, Lena was still a person, and seeing her so defeated made me reconsider my anger towards her.