"Are you nervous about your report card?", Nathan asks, our hands intertwined underneath the table. "No, not really. I get informed as soon as my grades dare to drop. In other words, I always have to be better than everyone else and none of the teachers warned me this year.", a content smile on my lips. "That's not really fair, if you ask me.", he retorts, eying me closely. "I don't mind, whatever it takes for me to stay at this school.", I shrug, running my index finger over the soft back of his hand. "If you say so, I'd be pretty pissed.", he laughs, dismissing this topic. "Hey, do you remember your promise from a few weeks ago?", he asks, a smug smile curling his lips up. What promise? I never promised anything. Shaking my head, I wait for him to reveal the riddle. "You said, you'd play
