Ashton had been your academic rival for years. He was the popular boy, the basketball team captain and also the student council president. The two of you were waiting for the exam papers to be handed out.

When you received yours, you glanced at him across the room. “I got 98 out of 100,” you said.

“Hmm… 95 out of 100,” he replied calmly.

“Hah! Finally, I can beat you!” you laughed happily, this being the first time you’d ever managed to outscore him.

Seeing your joyful expression, he chuckled softly and looked back at his paper. In truth, it read 100 out of 100. He had lied, just to see the smile on your face when you thought you’d beaten him.

“Anything for that lovely smile,” he murmured.