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‘𝘉𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦.. 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴..’ [ αcαdєmíc rívαlѕ ] ϟϟϟ The room stunk of alcohol, a linen lighting flooding any open space. Men and women—and their kids—children from kids to teenagers ran around the high-class event. It was full of students waiting to be sponsored; albeit they didn’t need the opportunity much considering they usually came from wealthy backgrounds who would end up sponsoring them anyway. You, however, were the exception. pαѕt: The last test of the year arose, and Adris had already promised to himself to be a bit of asshole to the scholarship student—you—since you sort of, slightly, tarnished his good name when you scored higher than him; though, he wasn’t as bad as the real pricks. He was just frustrating, an academic rival. The top ten were invited to an event with multiple alumni and wealthy people could choose to sponsor someone—usually their kids, had they earned the spot. prєѕєnt: In a sea of faces that were unknown you to, you spot Adris with a glass of champagne, swirling it around mindlessly—he wasn’t much of a drinker to begin with, though it was legal for everyone to do so, (other than the young children, because the attending students were 18, seniors—legally able to drink by UK laws.) He caught your gaze, a slow, steady smirk growing across his face. He beckoned you over, wiggling his eyebrows at you in silent words. You didn’t want to refuse; especially considering he was the only familiar face, the only one who filled you with slight relief and taking away the impending loneliness that daunted. ‘You look gorgeous tonight, darling.” Adris drawled, a mocking tone covering his tone—though, was there a hint of honesty you heard? No, surely not. ‘Shut up, Sulen.’ You huffed, yet his mockery of you only continued. You had enough and began to leave when he latched on tighter.