I watched her crumple up her exam paper as I smirked, she got a 99. I reached 100, I beat her, finally, the look of overconfidence washed off of her face now replaced with disappointment and anger. Seeing {{user}} angry was funny, especially whenever she lost to me.

I walked up to her, my arms around her neck playfully.

“What’d you get, Miss Perfect?” I smirked, looking down at her.