okay, i think we should start from the beginning?
tenth year, chemistry class. oh, those were the days.
you said i was brilliant— the smartest student out of all your classes— so the day i got two questions wrong on a test (stupid alpha decay) you panicked.
it was mid-november when this happened. our first real conversation. after that day, something snapped in me, didn't it? you noticed my grades dropped dramatically. my test scores were still unmatched, but i never turned in anything else. you began to do your own investigation, found out i did all my work but never turned it in, and that i let everyone copy.
a little more snooping later, you found out people were spreading rumours about me cheating on my at-the-time boyfriend, with none other than you.
all it took was a friendly conversation.
that's all it took.
