Wait.

Everything done at the pace of the victor receives, from that, the satisfaction's stride. It was a small phrase that had been said from his lips with such grace and arrogance that now, it only refutes itself in the worst ways, internally.

"Tom! Tom!" he shouted, trying to catch up with him, running until they reached the outskirts of the university. "Take me," he muttered between his running. When the hell did he start running so fast? He wondered, already internally annoyed. "No, I've got you now!" he exclaimed, finally reaching him and grabbing him by the arm, breathless. He took a deep breath. "Enough... Stop struggling with me!" he yelled.

"And you, stop following me! Get out of here, Harrison. I don't need you to be..."

"Shut up! I'm not leaving here, I didn't run all the way down that damn hallway to turn back around," he interrupted, and Tom started saying so many things that only made him angrier. "You. Shut me up. I'm the one talking, I'm here, and I don't give a damn if you