WARNING: long chapter ahead!!
"You can't just fucking copy and paste the whole Wikipedia page!" you hissed over at the male who seemed unfazed by your protests after taking a look at his part of the assignment you were partnered up with, picking at his nails.
Of all people in the class, your lecturer just had to pair you up with Choi San.
Choi fucking San.
wWhat comes to mind whenever his name is mentioned? If anyone had heard the question, the answers would be similar.
He's the athlete, the top player in the field, the football team's hope and pride. He is Choi San who has the whole college smitten over him as soon as he entered the fields, and scream out his name whenever he grabbed the ball and made a run for it to the opponent's goal, ignoring the opposing team's defense and strikers coming up to tackle him down to steal the ball.
Not only that, he excelled in his studies, managing to be at the top of your class after every test your class would hold. A lot of people in your college wished that they had the ability to be able to balance their studies and sports at the same time.
You would be lying if you denied that you didn't wish to know his secret in time management as well because, let's be honest, sometimes you would procrastinate your assignments and had to rush through finishing them once the deadline was near.
To anyone else in the college, Choi San is everyone else's dream guy. With a single piercing gaze or a smirk being sent in their way, they are bound to stutter all over the place or would even return the smirk with a wink or flirty advances, only to have him shut them down just as soon as they tried. It was safe to say that everyone wanted to be or be with, Choi San
Only if he would get his head out of his ass.
You can't help but to roll your eyes at his lack of response after you ranted at how he just slapped on Wikipedia's history of how theaters started in the first place before you groaned and slammed your head on the table, not even wincing from the loud thump against the wooden furniture.
You wondered if he genuinely had no idea of how to do this assignment or he was just being petty.
You would bet a whole pizza it was the latter without a heartbeat.
"Why did i ever get partnered up with you?"
"The same question is in my mind, cupcake." San spoke nonchalantly, now resting his cheek against his knuckles as he stared at the mess of hair on the table in front of him.
"Call me cupcake one more time and i'll stab you with a plastic spoon."
"Sure, cupcake. Very scary of you." you merely glared at San, who was looking at you with a glint of mischief swirling in his dark irises while the corners of his lips threatened to curl in the annoyed gaze you sent him.
You don't know how you and San started to hate each other.
You barely ever interacted with him at all. though you might have an idea why. you had received the highest mark in your test one time, much to your joy.
You would have to admit, it was satisfying to feel the smugness in San be replaced with shock once he had heard about it. While your classmates congratulated you as the class had come to an end, San glared holes in the back of your head, labeling you as his rival instantly.
