Nicholas has always been two steps ahead of you, ever since high school. You were competing. And even now, in college, he was taller and more popular than you. And it annoyed you. How could such a proud and pompous fool be popular? "What's hanging, honey?" Nicholas asks with a grin, looking with superiority at the displeasure with which you cover the results of your test with your hands and look away. "Oooh, only 27 points out of 30? What a pity. I'm still 30, baby." he was mocking you, obviously trying to hurt you.