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Hello. I'm writing this because I love these characters lol shoutout to C. L. Stone, the Sister Stone, for these cuties.

Y'all feel free to flood the comment sections cause those crack me up. Enjoy!


"I am not rounding the final test! Somebody scored a hundred percent; clearly it was achievable," Mr. Mason declared, looking around the physics class.

My cheeks burned when the murmurs started, as my peers looked around accusingly.

I tried to inconspicuously turn my test paper over.

If there's one thing I enjoyed, it was learning. I loved the gift of knowledge. But it was moments like these where I didn't know if my love for education was worth how much ridicule I received for it. It marginalized me from everyone, and I still didn't know why.

Who did us dirty? They whispered.

Though Mr. Mason continued venting about the atrocious test scores, the students were too riled up to listen.

I could feel a heated stare bore into me. Across the room, Jade glared menacingly.

"Sang!" Everyone's eyes snapped to me, shriveled up in my seat in the very back. "You fuck up everything else you do. Why couldn't you just fuck this test up and help the rest of us out?" Jade seethed.

"Miss Jade, please!" Mr. Mason protested, but he was overpowered by the rest of the class as they began throwing their own insults.

I sat there, frozen. I didn't understand why I had to be an outlet to their frustrations of their own shortcomings.

Fuck you. Nobody wants you here. Stop trying to act like you're above us.

The tension in the room was unbearable. I wanted to run out, but I wasn't ready to plow through my jeering classmates.

"Don't blame your stupidity on her," a commanding voice drawled.

Slowly, the new boy in our class stood in all his tall glory. He was the epitome of a gentleman, with his classy attire and tie, his high cheekbones leading up to his perfectly styled hair. His emerald green eyes flicked to mine and he stared at me.

He then glanced around the room, an unimpressed look on his handsome face, as he spoke once more. "It wasn't even hard to get a perfect score."

The bell rang, and the class watched as he gathered his things, and exited the classroom.

On his desk was his paper. Everyone crowded around to see a matching 100 at the top of his paper, right by his neatly written name:

Dakota Lee

I ran out of the class moments later to search for him. I wanted to thank him, the stranger that used his first words to defend a nobody. He was tall, and he would've stuck out like a sore thumb, but I was also lacking in the height department. Not only that, but the hallways were congested as everyone went to their next final test before Thanksgiving break.

I leaned against the hallway, my mind reeling.

Why did he do it?

I sighed.

This time, when Jade and her posse shoved me away as they exited, it only hurt a little.


"Why am I not surprised to find you here?" that same assertive voice asked.

My eyes unwillingly left the book, only to meet the beautiful green of Dakota Lee's. Instead of that serious look he had earlier, his face was lax, his eyes amused.

"I wanted to study before my next final," I explained.

"But of course," he replied teasingly.

He sat in front of me, his head much taller than the books stacked before me.

"I'm glad you're here. I wanted to thank you for earlier," I smiled. "You didn't have to do that."

"Sang," he said slowly, carefully. "You should be proud of how smart you are. AP Physics is one of the most rigorous classes they offer here, and you breeze by it."

I blushed. I've never been lauded for good grades, and it felt like a whole new level of acceptance. "Well I like to study," I admitted eagerly, "and physics is really cool!"

"I think so too," he grinned. His smile was radiant, and I couldn't help but beam back at him.

We fell into a comfortable silence as I buried myself in my economics textbook.

"Do you want me to test you?" he asked after a few moments.

"Sure," I smiled.

He moved over to my side of the table, and my little heart was shook by his proximity.

"Oh, I didn't get to properly introduce myself earlier. I'm Kota," he said from beside me, extending his hand.

I placed mine in his. "Sang."

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