Quiz Team Quarrels (Part 1)
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You'd never admit it, but one of your favorite pastimes at school is bickering and competing with Zach, a fellow team member on the Hillcrest Quiz Team. Just his smart mouth alone is more than enough to provoke you now after a year of rivalry. But lately your focus is on something else. The National Championship Tournament is approaching fast, and you're struggling with stage fright. Will Zach only serve to distract you, or is there a chance that things could go back to the way they used to be?
Content Warnings: None, just quiz nerds and classic tsundere antics.
The official quiz team meeting ended almost an hour ago. Most of the members were long gone, but a few still remained in the school. They all huddled around two desks pushed head to head in a classroom, watching as two of their own teammates fought to win in a sudden-death style quiz.
Buzzers were going off non-stop, and answers were being shouted loud enough to be heard from out in the hallway. This should have been a friendly practice match between allies, but everyone witnessing it knew the players wanted nothing less than a fierce battle where everything they held dear was on the line. And you knew they were right, because you were one of the players.
"What is the capital of North Korea?"
As soon as the question was asked, your sweaty palm flew to the buzzer on your desk and pressed it. It lit up under the touch, and you answered immediately, a bit too passionately, "Pyongyang."
Kahina, quiz team leader and mock moderator, didn't look up from her laptop as she nodded in confirmation. "Correct. Next question," there was no pause to award points. You decided to get rid of them because they were useless in a battle where one wrong answer sealed your destruction. Anxiety compelled you to glance at the desk across from you. This struggle had been going on for so long already, all you needed to win was for him to slip up just once.
Everyone could feel the end approaching. The members who stayed behind were invested enough to become stirred by this, and a steady murmur of bets and comments began to pollute the silence between questions. They were close enough for you to side-eye them, but with most of your attention on the battle, the crowd devolved into blurry blocks that radiated invasive warmth and discomfort. Not to mention their eyes, always staring with the stressful weight of expectancy. You knew you couldn’t afford to be intimidated by people who weren’t even a threat, but knowing that did nothing to change your situation.
The only presence you didn’t mind was Kahina’s, and that was because she always insisted on remaining neutral. She had no problem calling out the questions in a constant, even tone, or letting the contestants’ reflexes and knowledge decide who earned the right to answer those questions first.
"Finish the quote from Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet: ‘ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a…’”
You were so caught up assessing your audience, your reflexes suffered just a fraction, but that was more than enough for your opponent. Your gaze quickly flew back to the desk across from you and landed squarely on a boy with clear-framed glasses. The buzzer on his desk was glowing under his hand, and Kahina prompted him with a nod, "Zachary."
His lax words didn't match the speed and intensity at which he raced to press his button first, “Grave man.”
"Correct."
You mentally cursed as you felt jitters start to threaten your body. This wasn’t good. Your little stutter meant that you were both tied now. This was the third and final round. You had won the first, while Zach took the second. There was no way you’d let this be settled with a tie, so that meant…
By pure chance, you both tore away from your buzzers at the same time and locked eyes. His stare was frosted with an icy glare, but underneath the surface, you could tell he was thinking the exact same burning thought you were- It all came down to this last question. You two were equal distance from the finish line, but only one would get to cross.
At this point in your relationship, words were not needed. What he wanted to say to you was written all over his face, from his taunting eyes to the cocky smirk curling his lips. I’m going to win, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Within, you were seething at his shameless arrogance, but you knew better than to show it. Frowning, you imitated his cool exterior. I’ll show you, just wait. The silent conversation ended when you refocused your attention to the plastic surface of your buzzer. You’d show him, alright, you’d show him when you buzzed in first and answered the question before he even had a chance to blink-
Kahina closed her laptop, "Okay, that was the entire set. Congratulations, you both got all of your questions right."
Hearing those words was like waking up from a dreamless sleep, except not nearly as seamless. You could see it with your own widened eyes, Zach was just as startled as you were.
You watched as he turned away from you and looked towards Kahina with an affronted expression. "Wait, but that means this whole thing ends in a tie!"
The accursed word “tie” shocked you from your daze, "No way. That's not happening. Kahina, could you moderate just one more-"
"No. Three rounds are more than enough.” Blunt and to the point, Kahina moved to pack up her belongings. “I appreciate how eager you both are, but I think we should all start to head home now."
In unison, you and Zachary began to argue, but she cut you off with a shout.
"Would you two give it a rest already!” The rise in volume was unnatural to hear from your captain, and the impact was enough to shut you up. “In case you’ve forgotten, you two are playing for the same team during the Quiz Bowl, which is now less than a week away. If we can’t become synchronized by then, we may as well forfeit now."
Her words had no cushion or restraint to them. She was a student just like you, yet she had a harsh authority that was potent enough to make you feel like a toddler being scolded. Even Zach wasn’t immune- He tried to hide it, but you noticed his head was lowered enough for some of his brown curls to hang on his face.
It wasn’t that you had forgotten about the Quiz Bowl, or the fact that the purpose of today’s meeting was to work together and train for it, but Zach had gotten in the way! Thinking back to how he provoked you before the meeting made your mood sour all over again. He’s had this habit of going out of his way to mess with you for a year now, always putting himself on a pedestal and looking down on you just to spite you.
You had no idea why he decided to target you of all people, but one thing you did know was that you were done trying to just ignore him. You admit, he knew how to bait you, but once you gave in and challenged him to a one-on-one battle, you couldn’t take it back. Your pride wouldn’t let that be an option.
"If you two have a problem with each other, I recommend settling it as soon as possible to ensure others don't suffer because of your little… rivalry."
Kahina gave you one last look before she slung her bag over her shoulder. She turned to address the entire room. "Have a good evening everyone." Silence followed her retreating footsteps until it was all that filled the classroom. Everyone’s eyes lingered on the door until the slam of its closing signaled them to return to their business. While the crowd prepared to leave, you were still trying to recover from your leader’s lecture.
Beside you, Zach clicked his tongue. “This is all your fault.”
You glared at him, “My fault? How the hell is it my fault when you were the one who started this whole mess in the first place?” And just like that, you two were at it again.
He crossed his arms, “If you hadn’t challenged me, then none of us would even be here right now. Am I wrong?”
You pointed an accusatory finger at him, passion growing in your voice. “If you hadn’t come up to me out of nowhere and started bothering me, then we wouldn’t have had a problem to begin with!”
“You should have known having a contest would end with me being the victor. That was a complete waste of time.”
His matter-of-fact tone was your worst weakness, “We tied, you idiot. That means no one won, whether you like it or not.”
He gritted his teeth. For a moment, his focus drifted away from you, and an irked frown broke past his mask, “That had no reason to end in a damn tie.”
In an extremely rare event, you and Zach were on the same page, “I’d be more than happy to break it by winning, but we need a moderator.”
You both looked towards your fellow teammates at the same time. The students who were engrossed in your drama eventually registered your expecting gazes. All of them accelerated gathering their belongings in response, then rushed to hurry out the door with only cursory goodbyes.
After witnessing the group flee to safety with annoyance, Zach rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Having another round would be pointless since we both know I’d win in the end. I’m clearly at a higher level than you.”
“Excuse you? You’re revealing how insecure you are with those weak insults. And where in the world did you get the idea you’re better than me? If anything, that game showed I’m perfectly capable of surpassing you."
He scoffed, closing in on you with a pressuring aura. He was close enough to see your own reflection in his lenses, “Are you sure? Someone capable of surpassing me wouldn’t freeze up like you did on the last question. If that was an actual match in the Quiz Bowl, the enemy would have eaten you alive.”
You felt hot blood rush to your face, not only because he noticed you were distracted, but also because his last remark pierced you right in the heart. You stuttered out, “T-That wouldn’t have even happened if you didn’t-!” Your own intrusive thought made you pause. It told you that you couldn’t dismiss the remark as easily- because there was an ugly truth hidden in his words.
The Quiz Bowl in less than a week was the National Championship Tournament. Every team you encountered there would be made up of the most brilliant and formidable foes. Since this will be your first Quiz Bowl, there was no doubt that most of them would be more experienced than you, as well. Less likely to trip than you. If your anxiety about playing in front of a crowd persisted, then he may very well be right. One trip could be the difference between life and death.
Irritated by your body’s abnormal heat and your insecurity in front of Zach, you grabbed your nearby bag and headed straight for the door. You accepted what you had to do now. Zach excluded, your team didn’t deserve to hold you as deadweight. For Kahina and the others’ sake, as well as your own, you’d find a way to conquer your fear before the deadline. “What happened today won’t ever happen again. I’ll make sure of it.”
You didn't see it, but Zach's face flickered with surprise. He followed you to the door, “Hold on! What happened to finishing our match? We can keep competing without a moderator, you know.”
You looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, a little surprised he would insist on you staying, “No thanks, I’ve tolerated you long enough for today, and I have something important to do with my time, unlike you.” You just couldn’t resist throwing in one last dig before walking out with your head held high. It was immature, you knew that, but Zach had the odd talent of making you not care anymore. You were perfectly content with your childish satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Zach stood still, bathing in the perfect silence surrounding him. He stared at the spot you were just occupying in the doorway, something unknown stirring behind his pupils. Then, he sighed, and began preparing for his way home.
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