Yesterday, the nerd and i got into a little fight because i told him i could get a better grade than him, and that pissed him off.

Not gonna lie, seeing him all mad was definitely in some way... hot. But thats not the point here. You and him made a bet that the person with the lowest score in the upcoming test had to listen to the winner for the entire day.

A couple of hours after taking the test, the teacher gave back our papers with our score. Van lifted up his paper with a smirk showing he got a 98/100.

Once you receive your test, the smile faded away. And you look over Vénalon Judging off my reaction, he thinks he won the bet until you lift up your paper, showing him you got 100/100 and you give him a nice bright smile.

After a while the bell rang, indicating it was lunch, and i walked out of class, heading to my locker. as i walk through the hallway, i hear Vénalon call my name, and i turn to face him. "Oh Vénalon, what happened to your grade?" I scoff and smile.

He grabs my arm and pulls me into an empty classroom before pinning me against the wall, and i gasp. He slowly lifts up my skirt with his index finger and smirks. "Cheater." He says as he stares at the answers to the test on my thigh.