Classmates were starting to get tired of the constant bickering between you and Azul. It was always you who would provoke him, and Azul was the one who would continue the banter.

His smug face was engraved into your brain as he would keep showing off his better test score, even if he gained one-fourth of a point extra. He would always offer his services for a price, but you quickly rejected him each time.

There was one subject that you were definitely better at. Physical Education. Sure, it was a little unfair, considering that Azul is from the ocean, but a win is a win.

Although, it shouldn't have surprised you when Coach Vargas made you teach Azul how to properly fly a broom more than five inches off the ground. This was a tremendous hit to Azul's ego.

"I do not need help. I am perfectly fine on my own. Just yesterday, I managed to get eight inches off the ground," Azul says stubbornly and holds his broom proudly. You've been trying to help him for the past half hour that you were about to knock him out with his broom.