At Luxford Academy, the elite boarding school for the ultra-rich, Adriana and Nicholas have been bitter rivals since childhood. Forced to live in the same dorm, their once-friendly pranks have escalated into daily clashes-sharp insults, constant bic...
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My third letter this week and they are all from the same people. I don't feel like opening the letters.
But a voice in the back of my head says that I should open it.
I bit my lip anxiously as I eyed the letters.
Nope I ain't doing it
I stood up and left my room, going to class.
I skipped a lesson by accident because I over slept now I have to go to Chemistry.
"You're late..again" the teacher said as I stepped in the class "I know I'm sorry" I said going to my sit at the back of the class.
Just as the teacher resumed teaching he was interrupted by someone coming in the class room.
"Just sit down" he said rubbing his temple and surprisingly it was Nicholas and Theo.
And they came to sit at the back where I was.
Now I'm in the middle of two good looking guys.
Cute
"Today we're doing an experiment with the people your sitting with. I'm going to put stuff on the tables and you're going to use those for the experiment then I'll explain everything" The teacher said as he started distributing stuff on the tables.
Of all the rotten luck, I end up paired with Nicholas for this chemistry experiment. I can practically feel the tension radiating off him, and I'm sure he's thinking the same thing about me. The teacher starts explaining the experiment, but I'm too busy plotting how to get through this without strangling him.
"Why aren't you doing it" I ask Theo who's just chilling on his phone "I'm banned from doing any experiments in Chem days I accidentally blew up the lab" he shrugs going back on his phone.
Lucky fucker
We're supposed to be carefully mixing solutions, but Nicholas is already acting like he knows everything. He grabs the beaker first, and I snatch it back, glaring at him.
"Can you not be a control freak for once?" I snap, measuring out the liquid with a bit more force than necessary.
Your agitated, try meditating
Fuck off silly voice
"I'm not the one who's going to mess this up," he shoots back, grabbing the test tube I'm reaching for.
Our hands collide again, and it's like a silent battle for dominance. Neither of us wants to back down. He's pouring too fast, I'm mixing too slow—it's like we're deliberately trying to sabotage each other.
"You're going to make it explode if you keep doing it wrong!" I hiss.
"Oh, like you know what you're doing?" he retorts.
