When I was in middle school, there was a boy I sat near. I always knew where he was and what he was doing and—perhaps most importantly—what grades he’d gotten on any recent tests. I’ve always been attracted to brainy types, you see, and that JERK not only got nearly perfect grades, he used to GLOAT about them.
“I beat you. AGAIN,” he used to say to me, even if his score was only a single point higher than mine.
“Shut up,” I’d mutter, stuffing my test into my backpack and giving him a look intended to melt his face off.
He often brought up things or asked questions in class that even the teacher couldn’t answer, and then sat there in smug satisfaction at having stumped the supposed expert. He talked about things no one understood. He seemed mysterious. (more…)