It was results day… We were seated in class, waiting for the teacher to walk in with our scripts.

SHE’S COMING…

SHE’S COMINGGGGGGG!

She walked in and placed the scripts down. “Class, I’ll be returning you your math papers.”

OH !

She started calling names, and one by one students started going to her.

Until she called my name.

“Jung Yerin.”

Absent cause she's dead.

“Can you please come forward?”

I told you she's dead-

“Jung Yerin?”

“Oh yeah! Me! Me I'm coming!”

“Took you long enough.”

“Sorry… Was uh… daydreaming…”

“Now would you hurry up? My grandma of 98 years moves faster than you.

Ask her to move then…

“Yeah yeah sorry…”

“Anyway well done.”

Oh.

“Great improvement by half a mark.”

HALF A MARK- I had 42/100 so half a mark… 42 AND A HALF/100?

WhAt jOke-?

“Nah I'm kidding. But seriously though, well done.”

“Oh, uh... Thanks I guess?”

Sinb was eyeing me, clearly worried because she wasn't blinking.

I carefully peeked, number by number, as if I was opening a lottery ticket.

2…

9…

Wait whAT? 29 MARKS?

I FAILED THAT BADLY?

Turned out, the one I looked at was only paper 1.

My feelings got cheated.

I went ahead with paper 2. And yEs I did the exact same thing.

I KNOW I'M WEIRD OKAY? DON'T JUDGE ME.

3…

4…

Total marks… 63?

But but- OUR DEAL… WAS 65 MARKS…

I'm sure Sinb was still eyeing me, cause I'm just pretty sure she was…

Anyway, I'm short of 2. FukiNg. MaRks.

HELP ME SOMEONE… I NEED FUKING MARKS.

JUST TWO MARKS…

“Hwang Sinb. Hwang Sinb? Hwan-”

“Yeah? Oh sorry…”

She went forward, still looking bewildered.

“What's with you today?”

“Oh nothing much, just worried about Ye- EXAms!”

“Oh, that's strange… But well done.”

She's getting an A++. It's confirmed. Well, not really but she's getting As for every paper she took.

I NEED MARKS!

My stupid and impulsive side decided it was time to jump out again.

*Sigh*

So I stood on my chair, “HI GUYS! I'M SHORT OF 2 MARKS TO UH… DA- GETTING A B… ANYONE WANNA MAYBE… dO SoMe CHARITY?”

“What in the world do you think you're doing?” The teacher stared at me, giving me the wtf-are-you-doing face.

Wait… The whole class was giving me that face. Including Sinb, but before that she facepalmed.

“I'm sOrry… But donations are always open to all…”

The teacher chuckled, “moving on, I'll go through the paper now.”

The teacher was going through the answers, half of the class was daydreaming, the other half (Yes, Sinb) was listening attentively and was taking down corrections.

I bet you're able to guess which half of the class I'm in. Answer is, the second one.

HA! SURPRISE!

Nah I'm joking. But seriously, I've never been this attentive in math class.

But anyway, the teacher was going through a three marks question. I checked through, and got everything correct but wasn’t given any marks. So I went forward to the teacher’s table, “I think there might be some mistakes in the marks. I got everything right but-”

“Yes there's a mistake dear. Let me correct it for you. You now have 66 marks.”

I happily made my way back to my seat, but wait… I GOT 66?

WTF?

I CAN DATE SINB NOW!

I happily jumped to Sinb’s seat, “OMG SINB! I GOT 66! I CAN DA-” Before I could finish my sentence, Sinb covered my mouth with her palms.

“Sorry she's drunk.” Sinb apologised with her hand still on my mouth

“What a crackhead…” Eunha commented.

“EXCUSE M-?”

“Go bACK!” Her words were slurred and soft “We’ll settle th