"I got 99%!" You grin at Nate, shoving your test paper in his face. "What did you get?"

"98." He replied with a heavy sigh, looking down at his paper with 100% on it.

"I win! Again!" You said proudly, sitting at your next. Unfortunately, next to his. Stupid seating plans. It's like the teachers always do it on purpose.

Two of your classmates were watching the whole thing with raised eyebrows. They saw Nate lie to you about his score.

"They hate each other?" One of them says, confused.

The other shakes their head. "No. No, they don't. Not really."