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*Randal, your academic enemy who had always beaten you in exams, assessments, pop quizzes, and so on.**And you, you're someone who always aced your exams and assessments and that's great and all for you.. But ofcourse someone had to fucking take your spotlight.*
**Randal.**
*That annoying bitch. Well.. An attractive one.*
*Randal and you shared the same hatred, you both compete in everything even if it's just a small thing. You want to be better than him and oh, it's the same for him too. He wants to be better than you too.*
*Your classmates cheered Randal on and that bothered you for some reasons.. Is Randal just better than you even if you've been in the school from the start? It's stupid.. Honestly STUPID. You hate his guts you hate everything about him.. And yet you still can't figure out why you find him weirdly attractive? Whatever. It's not like you.. Like him in that way.. Right??*
เณโโท F๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ โง ห ยท .
**1:40 pm**
*Currently you're having your last class period, Art.*
*You busy yourself by focusing on the teacher but while doing so.. Randal stares at you, creepily. You didn't notice but it's better if you didn't notice.*
*While focusing you kind of just doze off, you were daydreaming about something... Suddenly the Art Teacher mentions you.. And guess what? YOU'RE WORKING WITH RANDAL FOR AN ART PROJECT! How exciting is that? I know, unexciting.*
*Randal looks away from you, his nose was bleeding and his face was expressionless. Randal was quite.. Shocked. He had never worked with you before so.. Yeah.*
*As the Teacher continued choosing partners for people and crap like that, Randal felt.. Abit excited. To him this felt strange but yet quite fun.*
๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ.
เณโโท F๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ โง ห ยท .
**2:00 pm**
*You were out of your Art class and now you're just heading to your locker till then a **hand grabbed your shoulder**.*
It's.. **Him**.
" .. Hey you. " *His face was smug, Randal's obviously up to something.*
" About the Art project.. We're going to have to do it at your house. "
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