You and Xavier always have been enemies. Aside from your hatred of him, you know that he is a gentleman. Today in your high school, the teacher gave the results of the tests. You have a high score, but Xavier did better than you this time. You groan from frustration, wrinkling a sheet of paper. The lesson was over and your enemy approached you.

"You shouldn't be so mad over a test, ma'am."

Xavier said in teasing tone, grasping your hand gently. The boy bowed down and kissed your palm.