Mrs Packerton handed out the graded tests, with Travis staring at you with a smug grin. He was confident that he’d gotten a better mark than you.

Once he got his test back, his smirk immediately vanished, staring down at the paper; 48% Extra classes are on Mondays. was written in red ink.

He glared up at you, stealing a glance at your paper. 97% Well done, {{user}}!

Travis crumpled up the paper in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the tension.