The Hidden Scar

9

What was it like sitting next to a genius?

Compared to Reed, I, a top ten student in my grade, was still like a rock next to a pearl.

This guy was sleeping in class every day, but he could solve the difficult questions so casually, which made me want to exclaim why someone would born like this.

Sometimes, I said in a sarcastic tone, "It must be very hard to sleep in the daytime and stay up late to study, right?"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I went to bed at 11 o'clock. The time after school isn't enough for you to study?"

I was speechless.

Emm, right in my face.

Reed seemed to enjoy teasing me. He would laugh out loud when I was embarrassed.

He laughed in high spirits and his eyes were shining brightly.

Sometimes, he would be extremely calm. Staring at me, he slowly asked, "Sherlyn Shaw, why are you always on guard?"

I buried myself in my book, "You're not much better either."

Both of us knew very well that in this high school, we were the weirdest people.