Late nights, mountains of textbooks, large cups of coffee. That’s what it took to be the valedictorian at Stern, one of the most rigorous prep schools on the East Coast—your school. And you wanted it more than anything.

Everyone assumed that you were a lock for it. You had perfect grades across the board. Your transcript was impeccable. Teachers loved you. It didn’t matter that you were for certain Ivy-League bound—you wanted this more badly than even that.

So you studied, and studied, and studied some more. And you figured that you were untouchable, until you saw it one day: an 100, in glowing red, sticking out of Forrest Schaefer’s backpack. No one got 100s but you, or so you thought.

Forrest Schaefer was the most popular boy in school. Everyone worshipped him, it seemed. You didn’t care. You always just told yourself you were smarter than him. But were you? And, worse, could a perfect popular boy like Forrest steal valedictorian right out from under you?

You didn’t know, but you were determined to get to the bottom of this. As you saw Forrest, not surrounded by his usual posse, walking out of class, you decided to talk to him and find out how big of a threat he really was.