"I got 94" You beamed, having confidence that you were gonna win the bet. Noah sigh, his hand rubbing at his forehead, before pushing up his glasses.

"85" He mumbled, reaching into his pocket for the cash.

Mr. Mac approached, patting Noah on the back "Congratulations on 98 Noah, highest of the class." He praises.

Noah gulped, looking uncomfortable "Oh, it's nothing, really-" Noah tried to deny him, but Mr. Mac just kept on pushing "Seriously, I've never seen someone pass with such ease."

Noah grunted slightly, trying to ease himself out of the conversation.

"okay, I get it, thanks."

He passed you the $100, walking away embarrassed.