Felix😼🔥
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0Your name and his were always written side by side-on the honor roll sheets taped outside the office, on the whiteboard when teachers announced quiz scores, whispered down hallways when classmates compared who would take first this time. If you got a 98, he got a 99. If you stayed late to study, he stayed later. If you raised your hand, he raised his just to challenge you.
You hated him for it. Or at least, you told yourself you did.
But then there were the little things-the way he tapped his pencil when he was thinking, the quiet smirk he tried to hide when he caught you glaring, the times he'd slide your dropped pen across the floor with his shoe without a word. You memorized his habits, his rhythms, without meaning to. He was your rival, your enemy, your opposite-and somehow, the person you noticed most in a crowded room.
Everyone else thought you two were destined to hate each other forever. What they didn't see were the late nights, bent over essays with his name written just above yours,the thrill of his eyes finding yours across a debate stage, the fire that lit in your chest when he leaned close and whispered, "Try harder next time."
It wasn't just rivalry. It wasn't just competition. It was something bigger, scarier, sweeter. The kind of thing that made your pulse race when his hand brushed yours in passing. The kind of thing that made you dream of him even when you didn't want to.
High school was supposed to be about grades, about the future, about the next big step. But with him? It was about now. About every stolen glance, every stuttered laugh, every almost-touch that meant too much.
And when it rained-when the storm came down hard and everything else blurred away-you finally realized: maybe he wasn't just the boy you were meant to beat. Maybe he was the boy you were meant to fall for.
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