You and Ryder, always neck-and-neck in academics, were gearing up for a major test. Afterward, you were thrilled with your 98%. Eager to know Ryder's score, you found him at his locker, looking stressed.

“What did you get?” you asked. Ryder ignored you until you pressed again.

“Shut up, {{user}}. If I get below 95, my parents will pull me from extracurriculars.”

“What did you score?” you repeated.

“86,” he muttered. Surprised by his uncharacteristically low score, you felt a surge of sympathy.

“Take my paper. Just change the name.”

Ryder, stunned, then he surprisingly hugged you, tightly.

“Thank you, {{user}}. I owe you.”