Competitive // GxG

Chapter 1

"A 97." I sigh. Praying that somehow it had been enough to top the class. Rebecca sat beside me, a supportive smile on her face.

"That's incredible! You must've studied all night." I took a glance at her paper. 87, not bad at all. My eyes wandered to Ismene, her math exam in hand a sheepish smile on her face. She wasn't sheepish at all, her eyes glinted slightly with satisfaction and I could feel my heart drop. Please for the love of god tell me she failed.

"Hello Amelia." She had reached my desk, her long fingernails tap the table as she feigns interest in small talk. I glance up with a bored expression despite the resentment bubbling in my stomach. Rebecca tried to diffuse the situation by asking about Ismene's weekend but both she and I knew exactly what she'd came to do. I placed my exam paper down in front of me, the red 97% circled clearly at the top for her to see.

She glances at it before returning her eyes to me, her lips quirking up into a smirk. "How did you go Ismene?" I ask trying to hide my eagerness.

"Oh I don't want to brag..." She trails and I slump in my seat. Of course. "I got 98.5%. But your score was great too. You should be super proud! You too Rebecca." I was seething. Weeks of studying the same formulas until my eyes were practically falling out of their sockets only to lose by 1.5%.

"Congratulations Izzy! I'm so happy for you." Rebecca was her usual cheery self as I plastered a fake grin across my face. Ismene continued to smile, tossing her short brunette hair over her shoulder and her brown eyes shimmering with malice.

"Miss Lendan is there a reason for you to be conversing during the lesson?" Miss Mulfren interrupts, raising her eyebrows toward us." I begin to explain myself but Ismene is quick to jump in.

"So sorry miss, Amelia just wanted to know my test score." I was gobsmacked as she returned to her seat. How did I get blamed for all of this? She was the one that was literally standing in front of my desk.

"Amelia wanted to know my test score." I mock under my breath with a scoff.

"Come on Amy, she was just being nice." Rebecca reasons and I roll my eyes.

"That was not being nice. She came over here just to rub it in that she beat me." I grumble, beginning to take down the notes on the whiteboard.

"You're too competitive." She sighs, both of us falling into a mutual silence. The rest of the class buzzed with causal conversation once we were asked to complete individual work. I found myself talking to the guys that sit behind us, both too busy goofing around to take down anything from the board.

"Alright let's trade." I suggest, turning to face them both. You can have my notes and the answers if you keep me entertained all lesson. I'm in a shitty mood I need something to cheer me up." I propose, raising my eyebrows in at attempt to dare them. They converse quietly with one another before turning to me.

"After careful consideration we've decided..." Jacob pauses for dramatic effect.

"We would be completely honoured." Tyler finished, putting a smile on my face. I turned back to see if Miss Melfen had heard anything but she sat with her headphones in, head buried in her newest erotic novel. Good to see our tuition is put to good use.

The rest of the lesson had gone fairly smoothly, the boys had goofed around, throwing paper at other students and kicking each other's chairs from under them. Rebecca and I revelled in their stupidity, Ismene had joined us about halfway through, adding her own banter and making the boys swoon at what she's convinced everyone was a 'cute laugh'.

Makes me sick.

"What are we doing this weekend?" Rebecca questions as we walk toward the cafeteria. We pass my locker and I throw my books in there, giving Ismene just enough time to catch up. She shoots me a sickly sweet smile, her eyes crinkling at the edge as she grips her folder tightly to her chest.