Clara always lived for competition. Everything always had to be a competition, who finished the test first, who got the best grade, who had the most friends, who was more popular, I mean everything. So it wasn't a surprise when she made falling in love a competition too.

It all started our freshman year in Art, our first class of the day. At Burningston-Wilson High, Two towns combine to make one big high school. Clara and I are from Wilson, Maine and went to Wilson Elementary. The other town, Burnigston, has two schools: the public school, Burningston Elementary, and the private school, Burningston Prep. As Clara and I walked through the big double doors into the high school, it felt almost as if we were in a fairytale, of course a fairytale with a bunch of teenagers in an old, smelly high school. Following Clara's older sister Beth into the school, we headed to the freshman lockers. Clara didn't have a locker next to mine, my last name being Summers and hers being Emerson. I found my locker, opened it, and took out the books I needed for my first class. As I closed my locker, walking up to me was two of the hottest boys I've ever seen. One of them walked up to the locker next to mine and opened it. Holy Shit, I have a locker next to McDreamy. Clara also saw them walk past me. She walked up to me, smiled, and started to talk, "Holy man hunk, Cleo you have a really hot locker neighbor."

"Shut up Clara he can probably hear you."

"No he can't. Besides he has earbuds in. There is no way he can hear what I'm saying nor does he care."

Almost as if on cue, he turns to look at us. "Hey, you're Wilson girls, aren't you?"

Clara answers," Yeah, and you must be a Burningston boy, specifically Burningston Elementary, am I right?"

He answers, "Yeah, I'm Holden Sutton. You?"

I answered this time, " I'm Cleo Summers and this is Clara Emerson."

He asked, "Wait, like Elizabeth Emerson?"

Clara's sister is a volleyball prodigy. She tragically injured her knee going up for an attack when her knee buckled, causing her to fall and slide under the net during game play. She broke her knee and lost the game for BWH. Beth is a Senior now, but her knee will never make a full recovery. Clara lives in Beth's shadow, hence why every time someone hears she is an Emerson, they mention Beth. I think that's why Clara is so competitive, she has to prove she is more than just her sister's shadow.

"Yeah, Beth's my sister."

"I'm so sorry about what happened to her."

"So is everyone else who talks to me."

He stood there quietly until the guy he walked in with shouted, "Holden quit pissing around, we need to get to class!"

"Dude, Clay, stop yelling."

"Woah, who are these ladies?"

"Clay, this is Cleo Summers and Clara Emerson."

Clara looked at Clay and did her flirtatious smile.

"Hello ladies I'm Clayton Baxter."

"Hey, what class do you guys have?" Clara asked.

"Art, both of us do."

I replied, "Us too. Wanna walk to class?"

Holden said, "Sure. Let's go."

Holden and Clay walked in front of us while Clara and I talked. "Okay, call me crazy but I have an idea."

"What is your amazing idea?"

"Well, I really like Clay, and I can tell you're into Holden, so what if we had a little competition?"

"Another competition Cle, are you sure?"

"Positive. Whoever makes their guy fall in love with them first. No prize, nothing. Except for the love of a smoking hot Burningston guy. You in?"

"Sure, I've got nothing to lose."

Little did I know what I was getting myself into.