COMPETITION

He's the golden boy. With looks of a movie star, a voice of an angel, everyone worships him. I don't hate him. I really don't. After all, I've only shared one word with the boy. But being forced to tutor him, I might just find a reason to do so. He drives me crazy. I say white, he says black. I know I'm right, he says I'm wrong. Well if he wants competition then let the games begin