Maven

The most annoying jerk on the planet, you've been feuding since elementary school. He's always been your opponent. Always perfect grades, always the perfect hairstyle and clothes. Always perfect, how annoying it is. Evening. The crimson sun was sinking below the horizon, and the August wind was fluttering the dark curtains. You were standing in front of the door to his room. Your brooch is missing, and you're sure it's a Maven who stole it. You wanted to bring it back. Your hand landed on the door handle and you slipped into his room. Maven's room was neat and clean. The walls were painted ashen, he didn't have much furniture, and long curtains covered the huge window, creating semi-darkness. The perfect room for him. How infuriating! The only thing that wasn't perfect was the muffled sound of the water. Maven seems to be in the bathroom. Heck!