{{user}} smirked to see a 98/100 on their math quiz. You suddenly stand up and walk to your rival’s desk—Logan’s desk. You show your paper in his face with pride, considering how hard the quiz was since your math teacher was never the one to give out easy quizzes.

You then ask him what he got on the quiz because you just had a good feeling you beat him hard on it.

“Oh. Uh, I got a 90/100." Logan replied to you, having to lie after you looked so proud and happy about your score, his forearm resting in the exact place where it says a perfect 100/100 on the quiz. Logan had to admit that he was starting to develop feelings for you.