"Hey, what's wrong?" 

I look so pathetic. The chemistry exam that I thought would turn out good turn out to be worst. 

"my chemistry ha"

"why? aren't you a smartass of chemistry?"

"I thought I am. It turned out to be wrong"

"Heyy you got a bad score?" Bobby pulled my paper from my hands.

"Hey! no! you..."

"It's not that bad... tho"

"it's bad for me"

"Listen, failing one or two exams is not a sin okay? You can fix it next time. I bet those teachers will help you once they know it's you. I mean, it's you!"

"I'm nothing"

"What? you are everything! see yourself! you help me a lot. My scores increase because of you! Who told me the Proust law? or Avogadro? It's you!"

"it's the textbook"

"whatever. You make it clear for me anyway,"

I sighed. I hate bad scoresscores. it's haunting me.

"Chin up, girl. You are not this type of girl before..."

"I always like this when I fail"

"FAILING DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE A FAILURE OMG"

he punched my back gently.

"DON'T HIT ME OMG"

"HAHA that's what I expect. You shouting omg omg and hate me all the way you want"

I punched back hard.

"I'm a guy for God sake. Your hit means nothing"

Before I could punch him again, he caught my hands.

"Let's drink some coffee"

"what"

"to celebrate our bad scores"

"what the..."

He pulled me away from the bench. Forcing me to stand up and follow him to the coffee shop.