I think it all started after our final year. After four long years of business administration, eight complete semesters of late nights, caffeine, and way too many exams, we finally graduated.
Can you believe that in four whole years of studying, I only topped Val twice in our GPAs? Twice. And one of those times, she fell sick right before a final. The other time? Well… let's just say I earned that one. She didn't gloat about it, though. She knew I'd feel bad if she did.
Val was always the genius. The one who made it all look easy, who'd breeze through exams like she was born to do this. Me? I was the one who studied until my brain was fried, who grinded through every paper, every problem, every late-night cram session. But even at my best, I couldn't quite match her effortless brilliance.
