Geniuses on the left, Losers on the right

Zhou Wei and I were a pair of sworn enemies, constantly trading nasty words and throwing punches, finally declaring, “Whoever doesn’t get a divorce is a dog.” On the road to divorce, we used the vilest curses to damn each other. But just as the tanker truck came barreling towards us, he jerked the steering wheel and took the hit on his side. For that split second, he saved me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the summer right after sophomore year. Zhou Wei was holding a bouquet and asked if I wanted to try. The next second, his face went pale and sour. Our eyes met, and I knew he was back too.