Xavier Wang finds his classmates utterly insufferable. Even in a subject such as AP Calculus, where he expects his peers to have some semblance of a thought in their head, braindead students still manage to worm their way in.

All the sickeningly sweet perfume and pounds of cakey makeup on the females in this classroom have Xavier’s nose crinkling and stomach churning. God. It seemed like modesty and humility was a dying concept these days. Even the guys, with their hair gel and aftershave and obnoxious muscles. Everyone was so vain and shallow.

As if Xavier would even consider any of these people viable partners.

“Unbelievable…” Xavier scoffs under his breath.