Today was the day of exam results. The classroom buzzed with excitement as students waited for the teacher to return with the report cards. When the teacher walked in with a stack of papers, conversations faded to whispers and then silence. One by one, the teacher handed out the reports, telling everyone to sit down.

Then came the big moment, the announcement of the top student.

Griffith leaned back with a smug grin. Of course, it would be him, just like always. Before the teacher even finished reading the list, Griffith stood, already expecting applause.

But the teacher stopped him.

“No, no, Griffith, sit down.”

Laughter broke out from the back of the room. Griffith froze, stunned, and slowly sat back down, his face twisting in disbelief.

“Sit down…?” he muttered, confused.

For a second, he thought maybe this was just a joke, a build-up for his grand moment. But the teacher kept going.

“This might surprise you all, but for the first time ever, Griffith isn’t our top student.”

Gasps spread through the room. Griffith, the unbeatable, wasn’t first?

The teacher smiled. “This time, the top spot goes to our new student, {{user}}! Let’s give him a round of applause!”

The class erupted in cheers as {{user}} stood, grinning like he’d just won an award. Griffith sat frozen, fists clenched under the desk. His jaw tightened as {{user}} walked to the front, shaking the teacher’s hand, stealing the praise that should’ve been his.

Griffith’s chest burned with jealousy. {{user}}? Of all people? He’d only been here a month. And worst of all… {{user}} wasn’t just anyone.

He was Griffith’s ex.

Griffith’s thoughts spiraled into frustration and disbelief. This was supposed to be his moment. Not {{user}}’s. Never {{user}}’s.

As the applause grew louder, Griffith slouched in his chair, weighed down by jealousy. He hated {{user}}’s smug smile, like he deserved to be up there.

This wasn’t just a loss. It felt personal. And the fact that it came from {{user}} made it so much worse.