Best Enemies

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Chapter One: Competitions

He smirked at her and headed back to his seat. She bent her head towards the paper, but she was seething inside. How dare he! Well, even if he'd done better than her in History, she'd hammer him – literally – in Physical Maneuvers. She grinned. He wouldn't know what had hit him.

"Alright everyone! Line up for evaluation!" Everyone groaned as they lined up. No one liked evaluations. So… why was she smiling? It unsettled him.

He was first. "Okay. You may use any method to defeat the sim, but no weapons."

"Right."

She was last. So far, he'd done the best. Ha! He thought. Let's see a girl beat that!

But she did. By a whole lot. His best friend (who was content with third place and found their competition quite amusing) asked her, "What did you do? Take a karate class?"

"Yes." She flipped sweaty red-brown hair out of her hazel eyes. "And I passed."

"Obviously!"

The last thing he wanted was his best friend impressed with her. "Come on, let's go." He growled.

Things came to a head when someone duct taped her locker shut. It took her half of lunch to get it off. She spent the rest of lunch down on her knees outside, looking for something. A very particular something.

A/N If you can guess who they are, you win a free trip to Atlantis! If you can guess what she's looking for, you win an honorary LEP membership!