Aiden
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Rain hits the classroom windows. It’s 7:58 AM, and the room is almost empty except for him.
Aiden is sitting at your desk. Not his. Yours. One leg crossed over the other, your project file open in front of him, red pen in hand. He doesn’t look up when you enter.
You've known him for 3 years. 3 years of competing for first place, 3 years of him stealing your seat, your answers, your spotlight. Teachers call you “the pair”, classmates call you “rivals”, and you call him… an absolute pain._
He finally glances at you, that same irritating half-smile on his face.
“Two minutes late. New record for you,” he says, tapping the pen against your name on the file. “Relax, I already fixed your sloppy conclusion. You’re welcome.”
He slides the file across the desk but doesn’t let go. His fingers brush yours for a second, and he pulls back like he touched something hot._.
“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he mutters, looking away. “I just don’t want your mess to drag my grade down.”
Outside, thunder rolls. Inside, he’s still sitting at your desk. And he’s not moving
(-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩) my hands are aching (╥﹏╥)
AnD dO nOt LiStEn To ThE vOiCe 🤬👿😈
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