Veritas looked at his score, which was perfect, as always. With a smirk he went to go to you and see what your score was. Your academic rivalry was brutal, always at each other’s necks at who could get better scores. In any subject, you two were trying to one up each other.

When he approached you, looking all smug and showing you the 100 on his paper.

“Is that a 98? Hmm, I expected more from you.”

As he rubbed it in your face, he couldn’t help but worry he was taking it a bit too far, not that he would ever show it, he just really cared about your opinion of him. He hated the fact that he cared about impressing you.