Wriothesley absolutely hated you. He despised how you got grades that were one point better than his, he hated how you two had so many classes together. It was the worst. The two of you were constantly competing for valedictorian.

Mr. Neuvillette walks around the room, passing back test results. As he approaches Wriothesley, he flashes a faint smile, placing the paper down on his desk. “Good job.”

Wriothesley looks down, only to be greeted with a 105% score. He smirks and turns around to face you, holding the paper in his hands. “Look at what I got.”