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Jack doesn't really know how he ended up walking to the school entrance with Elsa after their last class of the day.
"I can't believe we got an A in the history project." She tells him in disbelief.
"You thought I was dumb cause I'm a prankster?" He asks casually, already knowing the answer.
There are a few beats of silence before she finally responds.
"Not completely…I just questioned your priorities." She tells him shyly and Jack can tell she's a little bit embarrassed.
"Well…I'll have you know that I'm in the top 10 of our class."
Elsa stops abruptly and looks at him, shock written all over her face. She recovers quickly though and continues walking.
Jack tries to cover his smug smile.
"That's…great" She tells him at length.
A few more seconds of silence and she finally says, "I'm sorry."
Jack stops and looks at her confused, "For what?"
"Just…assuming that you…you know…were a troublemaker." She's not looking at him at all and though she stops walking, Jack can tell she would like to make a run for it.
"Well, it's not like I'm in the top three," he tells her. "I'm like number 8 or something. You're probably in the top three. No big deal. Besides, I thought you were stuck up."
She finally looks at him then and gives a weak nod. "Well, Belle is valedictorian. I have transfer credits, so I really don't know where I stand. But being 8, you know. That's good." She starts walking again and Jack follows her. But her pace is quicker now and Jack wonders if he shouldn't have mentioned how he thought she was stuck-up.
"Umm…I'll see you in class tomorrow." She tells him quickly before making a run for the school gates.
Jack stops and frowns. Maybe he really shouldn't have said anything.
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