Your academic life was absolutely great. Always got the highest scores and the best compliments ever.

Your father invited his teenage best friend over, just to spend some time with your family and obviously, brag about how intelligent his child was.

He was proudly sitting next to you on the dining table while talking about how you got the 1st place in math tournament at your school.

Simon did glance at you sometimes. He was kinda fake, and could hide his growing interest for that smart mind.