Chapter 7: Rivalry Games
The rain didn’t stop.
If anything, it got worse. Each drop hit the pavement like it had something to proveloud, relentless, impossible to ignore. Kind of like him.
I tightened my grip on my bag, walking faster, trying to ignore the fact that my shoes were soaked and my hair was beyond saving.
“Still refusing?” Alex called from behind me, his voice cutting through the rain like it belonged there.
“Yes!” I snapped without turning around. “And stop following me!”
“I’m not following you,” he said easily. “We’re just… going the same way.”
I stopped. Slowly turned. “You live this way?”
He shrugged, hands in his pockets, unbothered. “Maybe.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lying.”
“Maybe.”
“UGH.”
I turned and walked faster. Why is he like this?!
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“Hey.”
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“Hey, genius.”
“I SAID STOP CALLING ME THAT.”
He laughed. Actually laughed. And I hated the fact that even through the rain, even while I was soaked and annoyed… that sound still did something to me.
“Seriously,” he said, quieter now. “You’re going to get sick.”
“I’ll survive,” I muttered.
Footsteps closer. Too close. Before I could react, something warm suddenly covered my head.
I froze. Slowly, I looked up. His jacket.
“…What are you doing?” I asked, softer now.
“You look like you’re about to collapse. Just… take it.”
Rain still pouring. Heart… doing that thing again.
“I didn’t ask for it,” I said, but I didn’t move.
“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “I didn’t ask to get soaked either, but here we are.”
I let out a small huff. “…You’re still holding that against me?”
“Forever,” he said immediately.
I rolled my eyes, but this time… something lighter, quieter. We walked again, side by side, no shouting. Just the rain.
“Don’t get used to this,” I muttered.
“To what?” he asked.
“This. Walking together. Not arguing. It’s weird.”
He smirked slightly. “You prefer when we’re fighting?”
“I prefer when you’re not talking.”
“Ouch.”
I almost smiled. Almost.
A few steps passed. Then he spoke again. “Hey.”
“What.”
“…Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For helping me,” he said, quietly. “With algebra.”
I stared at him. This wasn’t teasing. This wasn’t sarcasm. It was real. I quickly looked away.
“…Don’t mention it.”
“Too late,” he said lightly. Silence again but different. Somewhere between detention, tutoring, the rain… something shifted.
We reached my corner. “…This is me.”
He looked around, then back at me. “Yeah. I figured.”
I adjusted his jacket slightly, hesitating. Then held it out. “Here.”
He didn’t take it immediately. Instead, he looked at me, really looked at me.
“You can keep it,” he said.
“You’re still soaked.”
“So are you.”
“I’ll survive,” he repeated my words. I opened my mouth to argue, closed it. Nothing.
“…You’re annoying,” I muttered.
He smirked. “You’ve mentioned that.”
I hesitated. “…Thanks.”
He blinked. Just for a moment. Then his smirk softened. “Anytime, genius.”
“I said stop calling me that.”
“No.”
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“Hey.”
I looked back. He was still there. Still standing. Still smiling. Somehow… the storm between us didn’t feel like a storm anymore. It felt quieter. Something that stayed.
The next day, school felt… different. Crowded halls, lockers slamming, everyone rushing to class but I couldn’t focus. My eyes kept finding him: Alex Ford, leaning casually against his locker, smirk in place, hair messy, like nothing could touch him.
I groaned softly, dragging my bag strap over my shoulder. “Of course you’re here.”
“Of course,” he said easily. “Where else would I be?”
“School isn’t a hangout, Ford.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Funny. Detention didn’t feel like punishment with you around.”
I froze. “Detention doesn’t count as quality time!”
He smirked. “Sure it does. You taught me algebra. That counts.”
I rolled my eyes. “Barely. And you almost gave me a heart attack half a dozen times.”
“Details,” he said, stepping closer. “Besides… I think you secretly enjoyed it.”
I glared at him. “Excuse me?”
He grinned. “Come on. Admit it. You like a challenge. And I… give plenty of those.”
I felt my cheeks heat up. “I am NOT admitting anything. I just… tolerate your chaos.”
He laughed softly, low and easy. “Tolerate. That’s progress.”
The bell rang. He didn’t follow me immediately, just watched with that infuriating smirk.
I muttered, “Why do you always have to make school worse… and more interesting at the same time?”
“Because it’s fun watching you react,” he said. “You’re predictable in all the best ways.”
I groaned, shoving past him. “You know… you could try letting me win once,” he murmured.
“…Win what?”
“Anything. Class points, hallway races, staring contests… you name it.”
“I don’t compete with chaos.”
“Yet here you are,” he said quietly. “Competing with me every day anyway.”
“…You’re impossible.”
“Exactly.”
The rest of the day was a constant battle of wits. Algebra became a duel. Hallway walks felt like subtle races. Even lunch was a war of quiet jabs and smirks. By the final bell, I was mentally exhausted. He, of course, looked completely fine. Calm. Smug. Victorious.
The week of intrams arrived. Posters lined the hallways: “Intrams 2026 – Let the Games Begin!” and “Cheer for Your Class!”
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“Attention, students and faculty! This year, teachers will participate in several events to make this competition even more exciting!”
Groans and cheers erupted. Alex appeared beside me, smirking. “Chaos just leveled up.”
I glared. “Don’t start.”
The principal continued, “Each teacher must participate in at least one student-teacher event. Students will be paired with teachers shortly.”
A few minutes later, Ms. Harrison stepped onto the gym stage, clipboard in hand.
“Alright! Teachers are joining the games this year. I will pick the student for my team.”
My stomach twisted. Of course she would pick someone… and of course it was me.
“Alexandra Avery,” she called. “You will be my partner for the teacher-student relay race.”
I froze. “Excuse me?”
“Yes, you,” she said. “Fast, reliable, intelligent. Ready?”
I gripped my bag. “As ready as anyone can be for chaos.”
Alex’s smirk widened. “Oh, this is going to be good. You, running with Ms. Harrison, and me watching. I’m not missing it for the world.”
I glared. “You are not helping.”
“…You’re impossible,” I muttered.
“Exactly,” he said.
Later, near the gym doors, I spotted Alex holding a basketball, smirking like he owned the place.
“Morning, genius,” he said. “Ready to watch me dominate basketball?”
“…Dominate… what?”
“Oh, basketball. Captain duties. School pride. All that fun stuff.”
“…You’re joining basketball?”
“Yep. Signed up last week. Didn’t ask for details.”
“…You didn’t tell anyone?”
“Details, genius. Don’t worry I’ve got this. Focus on your relay. It’s your moment.”
“…My moment?” My brain short-circuited.
“Exactly,” he smirked. “Don’t be jealous. You’ll survive. Probably.”
“…You are impossible.”
“Exactly. And that’s why you secretly like it.”
I looked away. No. Focus. Relay. Survival. Don’t think about him.
And just like that, intrams officially began. Chaos was in full swing, Alex playing hero on the basketball court, and me realizing… the storm between us was only just beginning.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3F2tRGwOXB
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The gym was buzzing like a beehive on caffeine. Students were cheering, waving banners, and half of them were already slipping on gym shoes they probably never used before. The smell of sweat, popcorn, and slightly burnt rubber from the basketball court filled the air.
I swallowed hard, adjusting my ponytail. Ms. Harrison stood beside me, clipboard in hand, looking way too calm for someone about to run a relay.
“You ready?” she asked.
I glanced at Alex, who was leaning casually against the wall, bouncing a basketball with the effortless ease of someone born to annoy me.
Before I could answer, a familiar voice cut in.
“OMG, Alexandra, you look like you’re about to faint already!”
Eliza bounded up beside me, hair in a messy bun and a whistle dangling around her neck. My best friend. My chaos manager. The only person who could make me both laugh and groan at the same time.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, though my stomach twisted nervously.
“Yeah, sure,” she said, giving me a pointed look. “Because running in front of half the school while Ford smirks at you is totally relaxing.”
I groaned. “…Thanks for the reminder.”
Alex, of course, smirked. “You’re welcome,” he said lightly.
Eliza shot him a glare. “And you stay out of her way! Or at least, try not to embarrass her… more than she already will be.”
“I can’t make promises,” he said with a shrug, grinning like a cat who knew exactly what he was doing.
My cheeks heated. “…I hate you.”
“And I love you for it,” he added casually.
Eliza rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath about “boys who are too dramatic,” and gave me a reassuring nudge. “Don’t worry, Alex is just chaos in human form. You’ve got this.”
The whistle blew.
I pushed off, sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me. Ms. Harrison was beside me, surprisingly fast for someone who looked like she usually spent more time correcting papers than running laps. The crowd’s cheers blurred into a single roaring sound in my ears.
“Faster, genius!” Alex shouted from the sidelines.
Eliza groaned. “Alex! Seriously? Stop distracting her!”
“…I can’t help it,” he called back. “She’s running like… like she’s trying to escape me!”
“Just survive!” Eliza yelled, waving her arms frantically. “And don’t faceplant!”
I almost tripped just from rolling my eyes. “…I hate you both.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t record that for posterity,” Alex added.
“…Shut up,” I gasped, pushing off into the next lap.
Eliza cheered loudly from the sidelines, clapping and yelling encouragement while simultaneously throwing shade at Alex. “Come on, Alexandra! Beat him! Show him chaos management beats chaos itself!”
I blinked at her. “…Thanks, I guess?”
By the time I finished my second lap, drenched in sweat and internally screaming, I saw Alex scoring a basket. Smooth, confident, infuriatingly perfect.
I groaned. “…Why do you have to be good at everything?”
“Talent!” he shouted back, flashing that stupid smirk. “And you? You’ve got chaos management. It’s practically a superpower.”
Eliza groaned again. “This is why I don’t let him babysit you in life lessons,” she muttered, shaking her head.
“…I don’t even know what that means,” I panted.
“It means,” Alex said lightly, “that you’re keeping up with me just fine.”
“…Barely,” I muttered, glaring.
The final lap came, and I sprinted toward the finish line, baton raised high, lungs on fire, Ms. Harrison’s shouts of encouragement blending with Alex’s taunting cheers and Eliza’s frantic coaching. Somehow, I managed to cross it first or at least close enough that no one noticed I almost faceplanted.
Breathing like a dying fish, I turned to see Alex holding his chest dramatically, pretending to be exhausted from that one basket he made. “You survived. Impressive. Genius.”
Eliza shook her head, laughing. “You guys are ridiculous.”
“…You are impossible,” I muttered.
He grinned, chest puffed out. “Exactly. But admit it you loved it.”
“I… I tolerated it. Barely,” I said, still gasping.
Eliza elbowed me. “Admit nothing! Just… survive the rest of intrams without getting murdered by Ford.”
Alex winked. “Exactly. But remember, chaos loves company.”
I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead, glancing at Eliza. “Why did I agree to this?”
She shrugged, grinning. “Because it’s fun. And secretly, you like it too.”
I groaned again, but somewhere in the back and, I realized… surviving the storm of Alex Ford wasn’t just about winning races or handoffs. It was about surviving him and somehow, maybe secretly, enjoying it too.
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I barely had time to catch my breath before the next event was announced over the PA system.
“Next up: the teacher-student obstacle relay!”
I groaned, clutching my sides. Ms. Harrison’s eyes sparkled like she’d just heard someone offer her chocolate. “Alexandra! Ready for round two?”
I wanted to scream. “No! I am not ready!”
Eliza leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, “Relax. Just pretend it’s a video game. You’re dodging chaos monsters.”
“Alex,” I hissed, glaring across the gym, where he was already bouncing his basketball again, “do you have to be everywhere?”
He smirked, tipping an imaginary hat. “Everywhere chaos happens, genius. That’s me.”
The whistle blew, and we lined up at the starting line. Ms. Harrison gave me a thumbs-up, looking far too confident for someone about to climb over mats, crawl under nets, and dodge cones while keeping pace with a teacher who clearly thought she was still twenty.
“On your marks… get set… go!”
I launched forward, tripping slightly over a gym bag someone had carelessly left behind.
“Nice start!” Alex shouted, voice carrying across the gym. “Graceful as ever!”
Eliza groaned, waving her arms frantically. “Alex! Stop! You’re supposed to be supporting her, not making her want to die!”
“Supporting!” he called back. “I’m… moral support! Yeah!”
I facepalmed mid-run. Moral support, my foot. He was loud, distracting, and somehow making me more panicked than the obstacle course itself.
Ms. Harrison was surprisingly agile, leaping over hurdles and ducking under nets with a determination I didn’t think existed in a human over thirty. Somehow, we were keeping up with the other teams. Somehow.
Eliza ran along the sidelines, narrating every move like a commentator at the Olympics. “And here comes Alexandra Avery, weaving through cones like a pro! Ms. Harrison is… very close behind! Oh no! Chaos Ford is screaming from the sidelines again! What will she do?!”
I muttered under my breath, “Why did I sign up for this?”
“Because Eliza promised it would be fun,” she yelled back. “And she lied! Obviously!”
“Stop!” I gasped, leaping over the final mat. “Stop! I can’t breathe!”
Ms. Harrison grabbed my hand, giving me a proud smile. “See? You’re unstoppable, Alexandra!”
Alex appeared at the other side, tossing a basketball into the hoop dramatically just as I finished, and winked. “You survived. Impressive. Genius.”
I gaped. “You… you didn’t even ugh! Why are you good at everything?”
“I have talent,” he said, smirking like it was obvious. “And you have… surviving chaos. Practically a superpower.”
Eliza snorted. “Yeah, keep telling yourselves that, you dramatic pair. The rest of us are sane and here to watch you suffer!”
I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead. “I hate both of you.”
“You love us,” Alex said casually.
“Barely,” I muttered.
Eliza rolled her eyes and gave me a conspiratorial grin. “Secretly, genius, you’re having fun.”
I glared at her, but… she had a point. Between Alex’s teasing, Ms. Harrison’s energy, and Eliza’s relentless commentary, there was something exhilarating about surviving intrams this way.
The PA system crackled again.
“Final event of the day: the teachers’ tug-of-war challenge! Students, choose your sides wisely!”
My stomach dropped. Tug-of-war? With teachers? And probably Alex mocking me the entire time?
Eliza grabbed my arm, eyes gleaming. “Round three. Are you ready to drag chaos itself across the gym floor?”
I groaned, glaring at Alex, who was already flexing dramatically on the sidelines.
“You’re going down, Avery,” he called, smirking.
“Not if I drag you into defeat first,” I shot back.
Eliza clapped her hands. “Yes! Finally, physical revenge! Let’s go!”
And somehow, I knew… the storm of intrams, chaos, and Alex Ford was far from over.
The gym floor had somehow turned into a battlefield. A thick rope stretched across the center, marking the line of impending chaos. On one side, students and teachers lined up, pulling with all their might. On the other… me, Ms. Harrison, and a ragtag group of classmates, ready to fight for pride, dignity, and survival.
“Alright!” Ms. Harrison shouted, eyes sparkling with competitive fire. “Team Avery, we will show them what we’re made of!”
I blinked. “Wait… did you just say we? You mean me?”
“Yes, of course! You’re my secret weapon!”
I groaned. “Secret weapon? I barely survived a relay!”
Eliza appeared at my side, bouncing on her toes, whistle at the ready. “Don’t worry, Alexandra. Just… pull, don’t trip, and try not to get flung across the gym.”
Alex, of course, was already on the opposite side, arms crossed, smirking like he was at a photoshoot. “Ready to watch me dominate again?”
“Shut up,” I muttered.
He winked. “Exactly.”
The referee blew the whistle.
“Pull!”
Chaos erupted immediately. The rope stretched taut, my fingers burning from the strain, Ms. Harrison shouting motivational phrases like she was leading a military drill.
“Harder! Faster! Don’t let them win!” she yelled.
“Push, genius! Push!” Alex called smugly from the other side.
Eliza groaned, waving her arms like a traffic controller. “Alex! Stop yelling or I swear I’ll”
But I barely heard her over the grunts, the squeak of shoes, and Ms. Harrison’s dramatic “heave-ho!”
Somehow, my team gained a little ground. I felt a surge of triumph until Alex leaned back, digging his heels into the floor, smirking like he was pulling a freight train.
“Not so fast, genius!” he shouted. “Ford doesn’t lose!”
I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I’d see the back of my head. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned. “Exactly.”
Halfway through, I stumbled, almost falling flat on my face. Ms. Harrison grabbed my arm, yanking me upright with a cheer.
“Never give up! Think of your glory!”
“Glory?” I muttered, breathless. “I just want to survive without a concussion!”
Eliza clapped, laughing hysterically. “This is gold! Pure gold! Keep going, Alexandra!”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ms. Harrison shouted, “One last heave!”
I dug in, pulling with everything I had left. My fingers were raw, my arms screamed, but somehow somehow we inched the rope just enough.
The whistle blew.
We had won.
I collapsed to my knees, gasping, sweaty, and utterly drained. Ms. Harrison hugged me tightly. “See? I knew you could do it!”
Eliza ran up, hugging me too. “You survived chaos… AGAIN. And humiliated Ford in the process!”
Alex stumbled over, pretending to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Impressive… genius. I’m… mildly defeated.”
I groaned, swatting his hand away. “Mildly? You were destroyed.”
“Details,” he said, smirking despite the defeat.
Eliza elbowed me playfully. “And that, my friend, is how you survive intrams without losing your dignity entirely. Mostly.”
I sank to the floor, letting out a long sigh, eyes on Alex. He wasn’t just the infuriating, chaotic person I’d been fighting with all week he was the storm I could never predict, and somehow… surviving it was exhilarating.
He caught my gaze and tilted his head, smirk softening just a little. “Good game, genius.”
I groaned. “…I hate you.”
“And I love you for it,” he said, just quietly enough that only I could hear.
Eliza rolled her eyes dramatically. “And that, my friends, is Chapter 7 of the Alex Ford Disaster Chronicles. Next time, we survive without permanent humiliation… hopefully.”
I muttered under my breath, glancing at Alex one last time. “…I don’t think that’s possible.”
He winked. “Exactly.”
And somewhere between sweat, rope burns, laughter, and chaos… I realized that the storm between us wasn’t over. Not even close. But maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want it to be.
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