My Rival My lover
As soon as I inhaled, a violent cough ripped through my chest, and Jacob’s laughter echoed through the abandoned closet we always snuck into.
“Little short Alex, don't worry, you will soon grow," he said, messing my hair. Doing that one thing, I always hated people doing that to my hair.
“I am not short”, I stomp my foot in anger, “I am 5.6 foot, and that's the last I checked."
“That still makes you short, see” he comes close to me, measuring our height, which he was taller. I can't help sniffing a little of his cologne. It always smells like lavender, and a mixture of his cigars he always insists that can't be found elsewhere.
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