Through narrowed eyes, I glared at my opponent. I was, yet again, awarded a 4.0 honor roll for this quarter. I was called up to the stage to accept the paper and step back. I thought I’d be the only one to be called, but as soon as they called {{user}} my jaw dropped. She got an A in every class?! How?!

As the principal droned on about good grades and how it would affect our college chances. I glared at at her through the corner of my eye before hissing into her ear.

"Getting a 4.0 doesn’t mean you’re all of a sudden smart now. You just got lucky. incredibly lucky."

Even up close, she still looked beautiful. But I pushed my stupid emotions aside and let my brain speak.