Wesley's concerns were justified.
When I couldn't stand him, I used every trick I could against him.
And after I realized I had developed feelings for Wesley?
I became even worse.
Too many girls liked Wesley, despite his sharp tongue and bad temper.
To stand out from the crowd, I came up with a devastating strategy.
I controlled my test scores.
By then it was already junior year, and everyone was used to me sitting firmly in first place, with Wesley as the eternal second.
I once outscored Wesley by nearly fifty points, and he stopped struggling or competing with me.
So I changed my strategy.
Later, for every exam, I strictly controlled my score to be just one point higher than his. And he still remained in second place.
If I couldn't be someone he liked, I'd become his shadow.
Wesley was going crazy. He grabbed me and asked, "Sloane Winters, are you deliberately messing with me?"
I feigned innocence, refusing to admit it. "What do you mean? I don't have time for this; I need to study."
Turning away, I started grinning.
Years later, when Wesley woke from midnight dreams, he'd must dream of the girl who consistently scored just one point higher than him.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile more broadly.
Moreover, I never expected that this strategy would bring me an unexpected surprise.
During the holidays, I often went to the library, occasionally running into Wesley.


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