You sat in class, tapping on your desk anxiously. The teacher was handing back the math quizzes your class took yesterday. You sat in the middle on the wall, your desk at a window. He sat in the front.

Yes, he. Yang Jungwon, your thirteenth reason. You hated him with a burning passion.

For the last three years of high school, you were the top of your class. You were always the best, and you were used to that.

Until about four months ago, when this agitating boy joined your class. You had tried to be nice to him at first, and when he got a 99 on the midterm exam while you got a 98, your rivalry began. Not only did you hate the fact that he was smart and beat you in some things, he was just plain annoying. He never shut up. You wanted to shove a stick up his nose and-

the teacher placed your paper upside down on your desk. You took a deep breath. The students were muttering to eachother quietly, comparing test scores. You flipped your paper over. a 100.

You smiled proudly, until someone slammed a paper on your desk with a 105 in bright red on the top right corner. You looked up in horror.

Jungwon looked down, clicking his tongue. “tsk. A 100? you really couldn’t get the bonus?” he sighed, pointing at your paper, making sure his score covered yours.

“Oh. Sorry if my 105 blinded you.”