Better Than You | ✔️

1 | The High-Functioning Sociopath

Gracie and I walked into our psych class, taking our usual seats towards the middle of the class. That's when I made eye contact with Lucifer, himself. Noah glared at me as I sat down, but I just brushed him off. I knew that there was no way he was going to beat me on this test. I had it in the goddamn bag.

"Excited to receive your failing grade, Pierce?" Noah said, turning to face his chair towards me.

I rolled my eyes. "You must be talking about yourself."

"Hate to break it to you, Pierce, but the top score is all mine," Noah said, kicking his feet up on the desk. "Everyone here knows that I write a damn good FRQ, way better than you. Right, Gracie?"

Gracie just glared at Noah, then giving him the finger as a reply. He just laughed, keeping a smug smile on his stupid face.

"You're really humble, aren't you?" I said sarcastically.

Noah rolled his eyes. I swear the amount of eye-rolling was endless. "You're the one talking."

"She wouldn't even know how to spell humble," Troy, one of Noah's friends, muttered from beside him. Noah just laughed and high-fived him, and before I could utter a response, the bell rang and Mr. Anderson walked in.

I huffed, turning my attention to the front of the class. Mr. Anderson made his way over to his desk, grabbing a stack of papers before walking to face the rest of the class. "Well, today's the day," he said. "I'm passing out the test scores from the behavioral unit. And please, Miss Pierce, Mr. Locke— save your offensive comments towards each other until the end of class. When you're out of the classroom." Mr. Anderson eyed both of us, and I silently nodded before he started walking around the classroom to hand out the tests.

I sat there impatiently, waiting for my test to be given to me. I looked over right as Mr. Anderson handed Noah his grade, and Noah's mouth turned up into a satisfactory smile. Ugh, come on!

Finally, Mr. Anderson made his way towards me. Sighing, he handed me my paper, and I eagerly turned it over to look at the grade:

I received a 98%. A fucking 98?!

I turned, noticing that Noah was looking right at me, and he turned his paper so I could see it:

100%.

I groaned, turning away from him, although I could hear his laughter.

"Ugh, he's a serious dick," Gracie commented, and I turned towards her. "It's okay, Log. It's just a dumb grade. You'll beat him next time, anyway," she said, patting my shoulder.

Mr. Anderson then started the next lesson, and I bit my lip so that I didn't lose my shit. I mean, seriously? 98 percent? I shook my head and opened up my notebook, deciding that I needed to take the best notes ever in order to beat Noah on the next test. There was no way in hell I was going to get a worse grade than him again.

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    The bell rang, and I was more than excited to head straight to the locker room to get ready for practice. Gracie and I walked out of the hallway, but we didn't get far before a familiar voice of an asshole yelled my name.

    "Hey Pierce!" Noah yelled, causing both me and Gracie to stop and turn to face him. "You shouldn't be so confident next time. That's the second test in a row I've beat you on."

    I rolled my eyes. "It was pure luck for you, Locke. Don't be so smug with yourself."

"You wish it was only luck," Noah said, taking a step closer to me. "Unfortunately, we all know the truth. I'm just way better at psych than you."