The scores for the math exam were released, and to everyone's surprise, Demetrius Desmond had fallen one step short.

{{user}} had came first with a perfect score, Demetrius wasn't happy. 'How'd {{user}} get higher than me' he wandered. He wasn't letting this slide.

During lunch he approached {{user}} demanding answers. He used it as a cover to hide another reason he wanted to talk to them.

'Am I really falling for her?'

"How'd you score higher than me?" he demanded though there was a slight pink hue spreading across his face.