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I sat reading our class assigned book I was -of course- ahead of the teacher's place in the book well actually it was a play and we all had to participate but of course I'm not that type of person I'm the kind that likes to alone and keep to myself it was before class and I was early along with a few others I began reading

Suddenly while reading and twirling my hair on my finger in my chair, my books were abruptly shoved off my desk I looked up from my book to see a blonde haired simpleton ,with blue eyes locked on me her hands on either side of my desk with a sneer on her features I ignored the blue eyed simpleton and began collecting my abused books from the floor

And setting them gently in my bag hanging on the back of my chair and turned to face her and shared a glance between her and my book dropping my gaze to the book lifting it from the table slowly blocking her unending stare shielding my face and began reading once more

and then a mere minute later an annoying clicking sound was created from behind my book I slowly lowered my book and lifted my gaze to the girl once again

"Are you in need of something "I said sharply as my gaze became abruptly hostile she took in my agitated mood and smiled sweetly with a cruel glint in her eyes as she spoke "I want you seat"

What in the name of god

"In the name of all of your - hopefully, beloved - sanity leaves you to believe - that in someway you can twist what you have said to make- that insignificant piece of -unwanted- knowledge you share to me-of all the student body- actually dare I say even want to care about what you want" I burst out in a rage of fury my words flowed out my mouth like a river but yet I need proof to believe I actually said the same as I heard

"Excuse me "she challenged me raising her voice her expression was a mixture of anger and confusion and disbelief

Yeah I heard it too I thought as I struggled to hide my own expression of confusion

"Please take a seat miss Amber "the teacher walks in I smile and she gives me a death glare but I don't care I'm enjoying this way too much

"You'll pay for this"she says in a voice I can't quite describe but I don't care
"Well yeah don't I pay taxes" I say acting coy with a cheeky bastardization of a smile and laughed she growls at me and laugh harder then she sits down in seat close bye flipping her hair

Simpleton

And let the rivalry begin