You were in class with your rival, looking at test results. Today he was acting off, he wasn’t showing off his score like he normally did.

After class you went to your locker, his was next to yours.

“Quinn, what’d you get on the test?” You finally asked.

“Shut up.”

You frowned. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“My parents are going to make me quit hockey if I get less than 95%. I got 83.” He ran a hand through his hair, he looked stressed.

“I got 97. We can swap papers.”