So I looked him dead in the eye and said,
"Alright, let's make a deal. If you win, the title of North Star is yours—no questions asked. But if I win… you'll be doing all my assignments for the rest of the term."
The moment those words left my mouth, he froze.
I didn't need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. His face said it all.
Assignments, apparently, were his personal nightmare.
He glanced up at Sebastian, clearly hoping for permission to accept the terms. Sebastian gave him a small nod, like a king granting approval to his loyal hound.
And just like that, the big guy puffed up with fake confidence and let out a loud, hearty laugh.
"Me, lose to you? Not in this lifetime," he sneered. "Everyone knows you're not even that strong. You only came first because of dumb luck—just happened to stumble on those stupid bombberries."
raised an eyebrow. "So… it's a deal then?"
He gave a smug nod, clearly thinking he had already won.
