The Boyfriend Rivalry (Easton Grammar #1)

by Milana Spencer

LIAM FORD IS the worst person at Easton Grammar.

This is a hilarious start LOL

Girls say he's a tall glass of water. More like a boring glass of milk — he wears polo-shirts, keeps his social media plain in case future employers check it, and reads finance books. And who the hell thinks drinking milk is fun?

???

Thankfully, by this time of year, the sweltering Australian summer has cooled down,

Australian drama. Lets go!!

Messy hair that's longer than the school rules allow, but he gets away with it somehow. Pale skin, because he spends all his time indoors. High cheekbones — and yeah, they're attractive on male runway models, but on a random person in your maths class, they look ghoulish.

Ask him how long he’s been 17

Curtis's cornflower blue eyes stare at me, unblinking.

Stop it right now his eyes are not cornflower blue

"I can't trust myself around alcohol. I always say something I regret. Anyway,"

This must be a foreshadow if i’ve ever seen one

"Curtis!" Kennedy says, stepping out of the back. Behind her, Liam appears. He's wearing a black t-shirt that makes his lean body look even slimmer and his dark jeans are ripped.

That youre descriving him before her is kilkingmr

I jump. Curtis stands on a few steps below me, which I know is a result of him keeping his distance from me, but it also means I'm even taller than him than usual. "What?" Curtis snaps when I don't respond. I smile. "I like looking down at you."

LOL

When I return to the bedroom, I look at the beds. Correction: bed. "Oh god," I say. "Is there only one bed?" Curtis inspects them. "Didn't Erin say there were two beds?" I think I'm going to be sick. "Calm down, drama queen," Curtis says. He's pulled the blankets back to reveal the crack between two single beds with identical headboards. "Oh. Thank god."

HAHA I WAS BAMBOOZLED /pog

Liam grins. "Guess not," he says. I realise I'm smiling too, and smother

CURTIS LIVE A LITTLE LOL

The sight of him like that, with the water shimmering below and the sun above him, makes my stomach flip. It reminds me of the weird feeling I got around Mr S, my sixth-grade primary school teacher, or when I watched Avatar: The Last Airbender as a kid and season 3 Prince Zuko would show up on my TV screen. Or that time I slept over at Jasper's after a party, and we —

HAHA BROTHERRRR

"Seat warmer?" I echo. "There're heaters in the driver and passenger seat," Bonnie explains. "It's so nice on a cold day, warms you up quickly." Or maybe Liam's sitting in the front isn't an act of kindness after all, but him being a selfish motherfucker.

LOL You need to relax

We read for two hours, and I get immersed in my fanfiction. It's one of those excellent ones with all of my favourite tropes — enemies to lovers, slow burn, forced proximity.

AHAHAHAH THIS IS SO BRILLINTLY AND PURPOSEFULLY ON THE NOSE HAHA

I'm having a delicious dream, and I know it's a dream because colours are running and blurring into each other like watercolour. I'm leaning over someone, though I don't know who,

..-i would say its too early for this but the build up has veen good and subtle and “until that sleepover with jasper—“ so ill forgive it for this

I feel restless. I want to talk to Liam, even if we end up bickering. Talking to Liam is like going to the gym. Sometimes it's painful, but it's almost always cathartic. And after a while, I decided I liked the gym.

LOL

Liam: On Your Knees

Haha EXCUSE ME /POG

"I like this," I say after a moment. "Me acting like your servant?" "You on your knees," I answer, biting back a smile. "I like looking down at you."

You are absolutely insane for this, gay boy LOOOL

I feel almost offended that Kennedy thinks our first time will be bad,

Thats not what she said LOL

There's no doubt that her body turns me on, and my younger self would want to have sex with her immediately.

What a weird thing to say LOL

Kennedy. My girlfriend. Us. We're a couple. Me and Kennedy. Kennedy and I — Brown eyes. Messy hair. Ridiculously thick lashes and those cheekbones. That perfect, lean body. I tear my mouth away from Kennedy. The worst part is that I can't even pretend to be surprised.

Sir!

"It sounds simple," I say when I'm finished, "but it's so much more than that. It's great. And sports. You love that."

Headcanon he’s watching haikyuu. No YURI ON ICR

This show is like my comfort show. I started it in my early teen years when life wasn't great.

I changed my mind, it’s kuroko. You know what just for funsies it’s blue lock LOL

"He has nice shoulders." "You're a shoulders guy?" Curtis asks. He's boiling a saucepan of water, but even from my view of his profile, I can tell his expression isn't judgemental. It's nice that I can talk like this to Curtis, but it's also weird. "I guess," I say, before changing the topic to what we'll do tomorrow. As Curtis talks about plans to get out of the house, I peek a glance at him. Curtis has nice shoulders.

HAHA YEAH HE DOES

"I don't want to leave," I murmur. Liam freezes for a second then continues brushing his teeth. "Not because I like your company, or anything," I add. "I just want this bed." Liam pokes his head out of the doorway so he can look at me, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, and staggers back as if I've shot him, clutching his heart. "You're so dramatic," I say.

HAHA

At lunchtime, I lean back in my seat. "Want to have lunch?" "You could make us sandwiches," Liam says, dropping his pen and stretching his fingers. Sometimes those fingers make me grit my teeth. "Am I your housewife?" Liam gives me a devious smile.

LOL

I will crawl into my bed and read my book for half an hour, and then fall asleep, and definitely not have dreams about Liam wearing nothing but those goddamn pyjama sweatpants low on his hips — Ten minutes later, I'm knocking on the master bedroom door. "Curtis?" comes Liam's voice. I poke my head in. "Um. Hey."

HAHA SIR

"Sure, you annoyed me at school, and yet… I don't know." "You annoyed me," I say. "Even before Kennedy. I thought you were irritatingly perfect. I was jealous of you." Curtis's eyes widen, and I'm surprised at his surprise. "It didn't help that you're so hot, no matter how many times I tried to convince myself otherwise." His eyes crinkle with amusement, then another, stranger, emotion. "Deep down, I always knew you were gorgeous," he says.

YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME axting like two school girls kicking their feet up UGH /cute

Curtis clenches his jaw. I bite back a smile. "I know what your pavlovian conditioned stimulus is," I say. "It's not you using psychology jargon," he says. "You're clever, you know what I mean," I say. He nods. "What is it?" I raise a hand and wave my fingers with my painted fingernails. Curtis glances at my hand before returning his focus on the road. "Fuck, Liam," he groans. "You're so fucking annoying." "Don't bully your boyfriend," I say. "I don't care," he says. I laugh. I've learned Curtis has an obsession with my hands. He kisses them, sucks them… begs me to touch him everywhere with them.

HAHAHA THIS IS SO GOOD