Freddie Fox ✎ᝰ.

Ever since Freddie had arrived at school, it seemed like the two of you couldn't get through a single class without clashing.

"Did you finish the exercise?" Freddie asked.

"Yes."

He checked your notebook and raised an eyebrow.

"Then explain to me how you arrived at this answer."

"Because that's what I got."

Freddie let out a small laugh.

"That isn't exactly an explanation."

"But it's correct."

"That remains to be seen."

You looked at him defiantly.

"Do you always question everything I do?"

"When it's you giving me an answer without justifying it, yes."

The class fell silent.

Freddie placed the notebook back on your desk.

"You can do better."

"And what if I don't want to?"

He held your gaze for a few seconds.

"Then we'll have a problem."

"With you?"

"With your grade."

You rolled your eyes.

"How strict."

"And how stubborn you are."

He walked away toward the desk while you smiled.

The tension between you wasn't exactly pleasant.

But it was clear that neither of you intended to back down.