Solid Ground

♕ Chapter 5

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Marcus

-Flashback-

The school bell rang and all the students packed up ready to leave home room.

"Now students, don't forget to submit you assignments by tomorrow. Exams start the day after that." The students groaned and moaned at the thought of having exams.

"See you at the soccer field Marcus."

"Dude, damn, can you tutor me Biology?"

Everyone went over to my seat either begging me for academic advice or reminding to attend school activities. I zipped up my bag ready to leave the classroom, till a girl from the back of the class called me.

"Marucs Brynn Anderson!! Prepare to be number two in class." She rolled up her sleeves while glaring at me.

I tilted my head backwards and sat on a nearby desk. "You sure? We'll see then." I starred back at her.

Streaks of rage penetrated her eyes, as though they were lit up by burning flames. "Yes. We. Will." She clamped her fist into a ball.

She was an interesting classmate. No one ever dared to test or challenge me, until she came along. I took my bag and left the class. I knew little about her.

At high school there were only two kinds of girls. One was the type that was nerdy, shy and wouldn't even dare to make eye contact with me. Two, was the type who would desperately throw themselves at me. In my eyes, they are just throwing their dignity away. Camila was neither. "This is going to be interesting." I murmured to myself.

The exams came and went past. And the day the results were going to be announce was here.

Students crowded the result board in the hallway. All squeezing in front to see whether they made the top 50. I walked passed the crowd, having no interest in looking at the board.

"Marcus! I beat you!!! Taste defeat b-ro-ther !!!" Camila paraded with joy in front of me. Blocking my way to class.

"Yeah, so what, this isn't the finals." I said smugly, walking around her.

As I was going to enter the class she gripped my hand tightly. "Marcus, I am going to be number one. Just you wait." She said not letting go of my hand.

I turned around and faced her. I must've shocked her because her eyes widened. "Why do you want to be number one?" I said to her wondering why this was so important to her.

"Because I've been number two my whole life. I've always lived in your shadow and I'm sick of it. This round it's going to be different." Her hands still did not release mine.

I chuckled and jerked my hand away from hers. "Yeah, good luck with that."

When I entered the classroom, I heard my classmates whispering and pointing at me. All of them still at shock that I was second place. I ignored their awkward stares and went to my seat.

"Dude, why are you doing this to her." My soccer mate Harry said to me from the back. "People who knows you know that you let her win on purpose. Don't torture the poor girl."

"No fault in giving people some confidence." I said with my back faced to Harry. "Besides, I'm not torturing her, she is torturing herself. We'll see during the finals." I let out a grin.