The Boyfriend Rivalry by Milana Spencer

Why I hate Curtis Claridge

I'D SAY I despise Curtis Claridge's personality, but he doesn't have much of one. 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?

His parents work at the shire and as a result, he talks to adults in that posh, politician kind of way. He'll participate in every school event, even if he shouldn't. Once, no one would swim butterfly in our year level's boy's medley relay, so he did it and he looked like he was having a seizure. I told him that after he got out of the pool, and he looked like he wanted to punch me. Geez. Can't he take a joke?

So yeah — he's boring as hell. And yet, under that boring exterior, I know he's not as polished and perfect as he appears. I don't trust him.

It wasn't a problem until he started dating my best friend, Kennedy, and somehow convinced her he's the best thing since compound interest.