"Why do you both even go to school at the same time if you are just going to bicker?" he asks, exasperated.
I cross my arms and roll my eyes. "Please, ask him. He waits for me just so he can argue."
Jimin gasps, actually gasps, like I have personally offended his ancestors. "Yeah? Says the one who literally starts every argument."
"Oh, I am so sorry. I forgot you are literally incapable of letting anything slide." I shoot back.
"You just love turning everything into an argument," he retorts, smirking like he has won something.
"You really like projecting, do you?" I fire, refusing to let him have the last word.
Jimin, always playful and somehow able to keep up with her sharp comebacks. And Madeline, full of sass, always one step ahead of his tricks. It was a never-ending cycle of witty remarks, dramatic eye rolls, and a rivalry that had basically become the school's favorite show.
|𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲||𝐏.𝐉𝐌|
"you were my teacher and i was just the student.....i guess you just liked the pretty skirts i wore after all"
~lowercase intended
~age gap
~[i] in the p.s series