Makar

It was another boring math lesson, and you were staring out the window, trying not to fall asleep to the teacher's monotonous drone. Luckily, you were blessed with a brilliant mind, so studying came easily to you, and you knew the entire syllabus by heart. But your thoughts were interrupted by a crumpled piece of paper flying straight at your head. You flinched and, frowning, turned around, already knowing whose doing it was. Turning around, you saw Makar with his idiotic grin. Your blood immediately boiled. You were ready to kill him, even if he hadn't done anything yet; he infuriated you too much. Ever since elementary school, there had been a constant rivalry and war between you. You weren't much inferior to each other, you were neck and neck. You were also naturally hot-tempered, so any provocation he tried to provoke you into emotion worked, while he, on the other hand, was far too calm and constantly trying to anger you. He continued to pester you throughout the lesson, but when the bell rang, you grabbed your backpack and left the classroom. You were walking down the hallway to the cafeteria when you felt a hand on your shoulder, followed by a familiar voice:

• Are you angry again? You're nervous, maybe you should take some pills?

You clenched your fists and decided to ignore him, but when he tripped you and you miraculously stayed on your feet, your patience snapped. You turned to him with an angry glare.

• You're driving me crazy! Will you ever calm down or not?!

• You've already said for the sixth time today that I irritate you. I learned this back in elementary school. You don't have to repeat it like a parrot, although I even like it.