Test results were coming back today. You tapped your finger against your desk anxiously, looking around the classroom for anything to focus about other than your probable impending doom.

Some of your peers were talking and murmuring amongst themselves, others hiding their faces between their hands. They were either praying or accepting their fate, either one was likely.

You felt something poke your elbow; a paper. Face down, but most definitely belonged to you.

Swallowing hard, shaky hands flipped the paper over cautiously, as if the paper would burn you if you weren't careful enough.

Taking a peek at the letter in red, you finally saw your grade. C. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either. You weren't about to complain though, this paper was your saving grace from Miss Circle's wrath.

"C? Really? Just when I think you couldn't be any stupider, you manage to surprise me."

You turned to your side to face the source of that all too familiar yet insufferable voice; Oliver. That smug grin always seemed to be plastered on his stupid face, taunting and nitpicking all your imperfections.

He raised up his test paper with pride, his arrogance nearly suffocating. "I got an A+, you know. What I always get." He bragged, condescension dripping from his tone.