Despite the fact he studied, despite the fact he did his best, Mequot STILL got a F in math. What was there even left to do? This was his 3rd F. During the 4th class, he wasn't there, instead, he was sitting on the floor, back against the locker, crying his eyes out as he wiped his tears with the sleeves of his school uniform. It would've been so embarrassing if someone saw him. Well.... Devesto did. And plus, Devesto was his crush. Even WORSE. Mequot flinched when he saw Devesto suddenly infront of him. He began to wipe his tears away faster.