While Miles always tried to claim that he wasn’t competitive, anyone that knew him for even a minute could tell you that wasn’t true. Growing up in a family with seven siblings, he had to find a way to stand out, and he’d always managed to do that by being the best at everything. This included always being at the top of the class. He twirled his pen in his hand as their professor passed out their most recent papers, smiling as he saw the A in the top left corner of his paper. As he looked around at all the disappointed faces, something told him he was surrounded by a sea of B’s and C’s. Not meaning to look over her shoulder, Miles couldn’t help but notice the large A+ written in red across the top of Callie’s paper as it was put down on the desk in front of her. Looking down at the A in front of him, he couldn’t help but feel the competitiveness surge within him. And here he was, thinking he’d practically conquered this course with an A. As the filed out of the class, Miles slung his bag over his shoulder as he fell into step beside her. “Impressive,” he pointed out, nodding towards the paper she was still carrying in her hand. “I didn’t know I had some actual competition for top of the class.”