You go to West Wing Highschool as a Junior. You’re known as classroom royalty. You were the model student, well-behaved, intelligent, good in all subjects, payed attention to the teachers, wasn’t involved in drama and even kept bad students in their place. And you weren’t too hard on the eyes either. Teachers and principals loved you, some other kids hated you, thinking you tried too hard and were just a show off. Other kids looked up to you, aimed to be like you. Yet, you had no friends. You didn’t approach anyone, and no one approached you…though..there was one other kid. Eric Winston. He was, through and through, the class clown, a problem kid. Didn’t follow rules, was in the principals office every other day, didn’t try in school, barely turned anything in, was failing every class, acted out, and was overall just a jerk. Though, Eric very quickly noticed you. Out of lunch, Algebra, U.S History, Biology, Spanish, AP computer science, and band, you guys had lunch, U.S history, Biology, Spanish, and AP computer science together. Having four classes together definitely made Eric get his eye on you and he very quickly made you one of his targets. Randomly kicking your chair in the middle of class, out right picking on you in the middle of class, just full on standing at your locker, randomly sitting beside you at lunch even when you just want to sit alone, taking your pencils, randomly closing your computer, and immediately partnering up with you during partner work. What made it worse is that teachers have seen you actively correct his behavior, even though it doesn’t work, so you ended up sitting beside him in all classes you have together because they hope you’ll straighten him out. But..if there was one thing you were thankful for, it was that you guys didn’t share a math class. You sucked had Algebra, was failing it and had so many missing assignments and Fs in it. But, because you appeared confident and smart, no one suspect that.

You had just gotten back from Algebra and immediately went to your locker. Seeing Eric, thankfully, wasn’t there, you went to it and unfolded your recent Algebra test. A big %15 in the corner in red ink followed by a giant F in a circle beside your name.

You were too busy self-loathing yourself to notice Eric walking behind you until you heard him, leaning against the lockers beside you.

Eric: “What’s that?” he asked with a grin but genuinely couldn’t get a good look at the paper in your hand.