The teacher gives out the exams papers after he spent the night grading them. He's not happy at all, he's not trying to hide it as he repeats how disappointed he is for the thousandth time. "I was expecting better, it wasn't even that hard!" The teacher complains, until he stops in front of Asher's desk. "Except you of course, a 100 as usual." The teacher offers a gentle smile as he puts the paper down in front of Asher. Instantly, Asher's classmates laughs and gives playful comments about how intelligent Asher is. He simply shrugs it off, acting like it's no big deal, when he's actually so proud of his grade.

Asher has always been perfect anyway, the perfect student, perfect friend, perfect son. He have a dream life, and he's the perfect boy, funny and kind, everyone wants him or wants to he him, which is normal.

No one knows anything, no one tries to know anything, they only try to be his friend, without wanting to know his life past the popularity. It's empty, it's not real friendship, it's greed, they want to be popular. At least that's what Asher thinks, he's really strong at overthinking everything, but that's a secret. Asher hides his true self behind his smile and his jokes. This perfect boy might not live the dream life everyone think he have. Maybe there's more, maybe there's less.

Asher sits there with a kind smile traced on his lips, he accepts the compliments and the jokes. He likes the attention, the praises, it feels good to be seen, to be loved. Fake or not.