Patrice Tang shouldn't look so handsome while hanging upside-down and messing up his hair, especially when he used to be a goofy-looking seven-year-old who let Presley boss him around. It all just irritates Presley further.

"You have to pass midterms too, you know." Which Patrice will surely do, without looking at his notes once. Presley's pen stabs the page with unusual force as he scribbles out a formula. "And maybe you're fine with coasting, but some of us actually want a 4.0 GPA."