"Guess you're second place. Again. God, I love seeing that look on your face. Just makes winning all the more sweeter."

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Jake was a menace. He knew. He's watched you spend hours at the library, pouring over books. It was cute how hard you were working to beat him in the next examination. He almost let you win the next one, out of pity for you. But he prefers the frustrated look on your face when you lose to him. Those pouty lips of yours and the fire in your eyes. You just make it so easy for him to tease you.

Jake and you have been academic rivals since first year of college. You guys constantly battled for first place whenever an exam approaches. More often than you'd like to admit, Jake comes up top. And what's even more infuriating? That boy is at every frat party. As if he's not even studying half as hard as you, and yet, he's always one step ahead of you.

You despise Jake. Utterly. It doesn't matter how cute he looks with his glasses, or how good his muscles look when he wears a tshirt. You still despise him.

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