Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 60

Bewitched

Samantha exclaimed earnestly, “You’re incredible, Elise! I can’t believe you actually obtained a perfect score on the test!”

While she stood at one side, Riley was in awe as she quickly pointed out, “I ought to kneel before you, milady!”

Elise, however, kept a straight face as she took her seat.

Mr. Bolton went on to announce, “While Miss Elise has gotten the perfect score, there are two other students who did well in the test as well—Mr. Zachary, who scored 92 on the test; and Miss Amanda, who scored 90.”

The grimace on Amanda’s face waned after she learned that she had received a 90 on the test. It wasn’t as impressive as Elise’s perfect score, but it was comforting for Amanda to know that she had done better than the rest of her peers.

“The rest of you who have scored below 90 will need to put in the extra work over the coming weeks.”

When class ended, a large group swarmed around Elise’s desk in fervor. “So, you’re Elise. Our teacher has told us how brilliant you are. I mean, we know you won first place in the City Mathematics Olympiad, but we never imagined you to be this good!”

Another student piped up cheerily, “You’re like my role model, Elise. You know, Zachary goes to Cloverfield High with us and he’s always been the one to be in first place in the City Mathematics Olympiad. You have no idea how completely satisfying it is to see you break his records! I could never stand that high-and-mighty attitude of his anyway. It’s about time he gets dethroned!” However, he was oblivious to Zachary’s presence behind him when he said this.

“Excuse me.” Zachary had spoken up so suddenly that everyone was stunned while they fell into silence before scurrying back to their seats.

Elise looked up and met his gaze.

He was the first to break the silence. “It’s been a while since I’ve had competition. Pleased to meet you.”

“Thank you. You did pretty good too,” she replied steadily.

Zachary had grown up with countless compliments that were thrown his way, but for some reason, Elise’s praise struck a chord in him; he could detect the sincere edge in her tone.

you the

as she encouraged, “I look forward to

giving her a long look, Zachary turned to

the girls in Dorm 503 continued their studies for about an hour or so after classes ended. With Elise leading them, even Samantha—who hardly

hand, Amanda was competitive by nature. She had a solid foundation to begin with, but now that her roommates had their noses buried in math olympiad exercises, she didn’t want to be left

anyone knew it, the weekend had already arrived. In

waiting for Elise by the school

Riley, and when she saw Alexander in the distance, she said, “Hey, I have to skedaddle now. I’ll see you

her goodbye and watched as Elise boarded

“Goodness, is that Elise’s boyfriend? He’s a

can a girl be so lucky as to excel in

commentary, but Amanda overheard everything by chance. She glanced in the direction of the luxurious ride that was idling outside the school entrance and thought about Elise’s day-to-day wardrobe. There’s no way that girl comes from a well-off family, so why would

and snapped, “Please. It’s not as if he’s her boyfriend for sure. She’s probably a sugar baby or something, though it does make me wonder if all the rich men have had a change of taste recently. I mean, surely

Riley bridled at this. “Elise is a friend of mine and no one gets to talk about her like

her anyway I like. Does Elise look like she’s an heiress

you will always try to put others down no matter what,” Samantha bit out. “There’s

right. You should really see a therapist, Amanda. All that bitter resentment can’t be

having spat those words, Riley looped her arm through Samantha’s limb and they walked away, leaving Amanda fuming

so be it! Just you wait.

to turn around and knock some sense

advised. “You can’t fight

anger that thrummed in Riley’s veins was quelled when she heard this. “You’re right.

once again left Amanda glowering behind them. She scoffed contemptuously and thought, I have to collect evidence that proves Elise is a sugar baby. To hell

she took out her phone and made a call. “Find me a paparazzi who has excellent photography skills. Whatever the cost may

a wicked smirk began to