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Heather pursed her lips and her nails tapped against the screen of her phone as she replied to the one of many unread text messages she had. Her eyes stayed focus and did their best not to stray, she could not, she would not be distracted! This wasn’t her fault. She was stuck here because of the most annoying and frustrating person she had ever met.
“Can you tap any louder?” Courtney snapped, her eyes sending sharp daggers towards the taller, Asian girl.
“Only if it bugs you.” Heather sneered back.
They were alone in the empty classroom; the teacher had left for some reason – Heather wasn’t listening. She took it as a chance to break the rules and check her phone. After all, it was Courtney’s fault she was in detention.
“This is so going to affect my chances…” Courtney whined, mostly to herself.
“Oh, please, like you have a chance anyway.” Heather rolled her eyes, “I’m already beating you in the polls.”
“You only want to be student council president so I’m not!” Courtney huffed, folding her arms.
“Not everything is about you, Courtney.” Heather said, keeping her eyes on her phone.
Everything Heather did, Courtney tried to one-up her and in turn, Heather found herself trying to one-up Courtney right back. Heather became cheer captain, so Courtney HAD to become to captain of not only the Debate Team but started running their school’s UN team and who knows what else. So, when Courtney decided to run for student council president, Heather HAD to run against her and win.
Courtney frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t stand her but…Heather would never admit it, but she found it fun. Courtney was a rival. Courtney was the only one that could compete on Heather’s level. Courtney interested Heather; Heather wanted to compete against her. She wanted to beat Courtney. Heather was bettering herself to beat Courtney. It was always about Courtney. In fact, Heather enjoyed having a rival – she enjoyed that Courtney was her rival. Courtney was competitive, Courtney had bite. She had fire. She wasn’t boring or worse, scared of Heather.
That being said, their competitive nature got too much when campaigning, and they both created posters tearing the other down. Thus, that was how they ended up in detention together. Heather still believed that her spin on Courtney’s “C.I.T” nonsense was funny when she turned it into a not so nice word by adding some letters.
Heather glanced over and finally took notice of what Courtney was writing. First, a completed apology letter about her behaviour and her regret in creating the “slanderous” posters about her competitor, and second, a list of potential answers to potential questions she may get asked if she was allowed to continue running for president. She really was committed to winning. She wanted this more than anything.
“Can you stop stealing ideas from me?” Courtney growled out, glaring at Heather once more.
“Stealing ideas? As if.” Heather scoffed, “I’m already winning without those stupid answers.”
“You’re only winning because you’re a cheerleader!” Courtney retorted, raising her voice but it didn’t take Heather by surprise – she relished in it actually.
“Exactly.” Heather smiled smugly.
Heather also found great pleasure in tormenting Courtney, she was so snappy and easy to rile up – how could Heather resist? Courtney just let out a frustrated groan and dropped her head to keep writing. She was writing so fast, Heather couldn’t help but watch. She’d been in detention for over half an hour and they had another half hour to go, she needed some sort of entertainment even if it was just tormenting Courtney.
Her lips parted when she received a new text message from Lindsay, her closest friend. She wasn’t the brightest star in the sky, but Heather didn’t mind her. Heather wasn’t so confident in her ability to be her vice president though. That was Heather’s biggest concern on her bid to become student council president. Lindsay, however, had sent Heather a message about the new poll results for the race for presidency.
“The new poll results are up.” Heather said, opening the picture on her phone.
Courtney glanced up and her eyes widened when she realised Heather went silent. She looked just as surprised.
“What? Am I winning?” Courtney’s eyes lit up and almost sparkled.
“No…neither of us are winning.” Heather took a moment to say it, her eyes still wide in shock.
She handed Courtney the phone and as soon as she saw the image, Courtney was stunned too. Not only was she not winning, she was third. She was last. LAST PLACE. In second place was Heather. She had about a hundred more votes than Courtney BUT in first place, was Noah.
“Noah’s running for president?” Courtney spat out, turning to Heather, “Did you know!?”
“He’s beating me…” Courtney murmured, her expression shocked.
“How the hell is he winning?!” Heather shouted, “Noah’s a loser! I cannot lose to a loser!”
“I’m in last place…” Courtney murmured.
She just sat there. Were her dreams really dead? She couldn’t get in front of Heather and now she had someone else to compete with?
Heather froze as she heard the door open and quickly sat on her phone, Courtney still staring at the desk in a state. Instead of a teacher entering the room, it was actually Noah himself. He folded his arms and smiled ever so smugly.
“What are you doing here?” Heather questioned, narrowing her eyes.
“I just came to thank the both of you,” He said, taking a step inside the classroom, “you both decided to tear each other down and it just me the chance to announce my campaign for president. I was just waiting for it to happen!”
“Why do you even want to be president?” Courtney asked, suddenly snapping out of her state to be JUST as angry as Heather.
“Oh, that’s simple. I want to beat the two of you.” Noah answered, “It’ll be so fun to see your faces when I win.”
Heather wanted to scream and yell and maybe hit him, but she was already in detention. She needed to keep cool and not get herself into any more trouble. Courtney was thinking the same thing – they had to destroy Noah another way.
“Have fun in detention!” Noah sneered as he walked away.
Heather waited until he was gone and the two girls both turned to one another, eyes burning with rage.
“He needs to go down!”