Everyone in your school was aware about you and Graves' little rivalry. Hell, even the news broke out until it reached the faculty of the school.

It's not that Graves hated you, he was just a little bit competitive in everything he does. It almost questioned you how he managed to balance out both his academics and sport at the same time.

"Huh, a ninety-eight." He hummed out while skimming over his exam paper in his hands.

It didn't take long for his curiosity to piqued over your score, his eyes glanced at you, looking for either or positive or negative reaction. "What'cha got there, sweetheart?"