Competition (Alex Summers)

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Y/N's POV

I should've known signing up for a couples' competition with Alex Summers would lead to something like this.

At first, it seemed like a fun idea—a day of games, challenges, and lighthearted banter. We'd seen the flyer at a local event, and Alex had been excited about it. He loved a good competition, and honestly, I was excited too. It was a chance to do something different, to test our teamwork.

But now, standing here in front of a crowd of people, watching Alex crush every physical challenge like it was nothing, I felt more than a little... overshadowed.

"Great job, Summers!" one of the guys in the crowd cheered, clapping Alex on the back as he beamed with pride. Meanwhile, I was struggling to keep up, feeling like I was constantly playing catch-up.

We were about to start the next round—a mental challenge this time—and I was determined to pull my weight. I wasn't going to let myself be the weak link in this.

"You ready, babe?" Alex asked, flashing me one of his trademark grins that made my stomach flip. He looked so confident, so sure of himself. And why wouldn't he be? He was Alex Summers—powerful, charming, a natural leader.

I nodded, trying to muster the same energy. "Yeah, let's do this."

The challenge was a puzzle-solving race, and I dove into it with everything I had. But even as I worked, I could feel Alex glancing over, offering little suggestions here and there, trying to "help." His corrections stung, even if he didn't mean them that way.

By the time the challenge was over, we had completed it, but my frustration had reached its peak. I could feel the knot of irritation twisting tighter in my chest.

Alex's POV

Y/N was quiet, too quiet. I knew her well enough to know when something was off, but I figured she was just concentrating on the challenges. Still, when we finished the puzzle challenge, I caught the way she clenched her jaw and avoided looking at me.

Something was definitely wrong.

I wanted to say something, but the competition wasn't over yet. There was still one more challenge left, and I didn't want to lose focus. Winning this contest wasn't just about bragging rights—it was about proving we were a strong team. We'd been through so much together, and I wanted to show the world we could handle anything thrown at us.

But as we moved to the final challenge, I noticed Y/N lagging behind, her shoulders tense.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, reaching for her hand.

She pulled away, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm fine, Alex. Let's just get this over with."

Her tone was sharp, sharper than I'd expected, and it caught me off guard. But I didn't push. Not yet, anyway.

Y/N's POV

The last challenge was some kind of relay race, and Alex was, unsurprisingly, dominating the physical part of it. Meanwhile, I felt clumsy, like I was just getting in the way. It didn't help that every time I stumbled, someone in the crowd would make a comment, and Alex would jump in to help, like I needed saving.

By the time we crossed the finish line, I was fuming. We won, but it didn't feel like a victory. Not for me.

As Alex high-fived a couple of people from the crowd, I walked off to the side, needing a moment to collect myself. But Alex followed, his brow furrowed in concern.

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