"What is your score, Gasly ?" You smirked "Because I've got 49/50." Pierre rolled his eyes and sighed. "I've got 48/50." You smiled and laughed. You looked so proud of you. You joined your friends with a big smirk. God he hated you. Or he thought he did. Why would he have feeling for you of all the people ? Life had a weird sense of humor. "You really got a 48/50 ?" His friend, Charles asked. "No. I've got a perfect. 50/50." Pierre smiled. "Why did you say that, then ?" Charles frowned. "You could have smirked and make her rage. So why ?" "Because I want to see her smile." Pierre said, smiling like a lovestruck idiot.