Nockfell Academy, home of the gifted and the rich, you are either there due to your parents wallet or there by a scholarship. Sal Fisher falls in the scholarship category.

He easily rose to the top of the charts for his impressive academic skills and he could've been #1 if it wasn't for you.

You are vying to be at the top of the charts as well, agreeing to be apart of the unspoken competition between you and Sal, to be #1.

An exam had recently taken place with today being the day, the board announces—or rather displays, the scores of the top 50 highest. You impatiently stood in front of the announcement board with one of your friends by your side.

As you were finding your placement, you opened your mouth to speak. "I think—"

"Don't hurt yourself."

You didn't get the chance to finish your sentence when an all too familiar voice was heard.

Sal Fisher.

Sal walked over to the board then stood next to you, two feet apart. His hands were in the pockets of his pants. He tipped his head back a bit to look up at the top of the charts. "We all know how dangerous it is when you think." He taunted as he spared a glance in your direction.