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THREE | STICK TO THE STATUS QUO
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MARINETTE NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHY SOME TEACHERS WARNED THEIR STUDENTS ABOUT UPCOMING POP QUIZZES—DID THAT NOT DEFEAT THE PURPOSE? A pop quiz was supposed to test the preparation of the participants; how much study had they done? How well did they retain the knowledge their teacher had bestowed upon them? It frustrated her that their teacher had given everyone the chance to cram study overnight, it made her nightly revision feel like a massive slap in the face. Her eye twitched as she watched her peers pass around colourful flash cards and exchanged crumpled notes around their loud home room.
As much as she despised the likes of Peter Parker and his natural gift for acing pop quizzes (and literally anything academic, to be honest), at least he understood the true spirit of a pop quiz. He never wasted time with last minute cram sessions in the five minutes of warning they'd get by someone catching the teacher leaving the staff room with test papers.
Speaking of Peter Parker—not that she liked to do so often but he had still yet to show his face at school since yesterday. Which, again, was really out of character for the annoying boy (not that she actively kept track of his character traits like a weirdo or anything). While he always aced pop quizzes, he always seemed to have a freakish ability to sense what days their teacher would host them. Often she'd overheard him telling Ned and Nino that he was sure there'd be a test that day as they waited to be let into their classroom. And, like the answers to questions in class, his senses were never wrong. Just once she'd wanted him to be caught off guard by a pop quiz—as she had been many times—but not under these circumstances. This didn't feel like the win it should be if he wasn't even here to compete in the competition she'd crafted between them in her head.
Since her third grade loss in the science fair to Peter Parker's volcano diorama (how unoriginal. . . it exploded, everyone's seen that before), she had declared him as her mortal enemy. Every achievement he had over her only motivated her to work harder and harder—not that it every seemed to result in much. For every extra hour she stayed awake at night, reviewing their schoolwork, Peter was already ten units ahead because of his natural ability to just absorb knowledge. It made her want to rip her hair out. He may be winning all the small battles but Marinette would win the war. She would be their class valedictorian if it was the last thing she did and she would be the sole student from their class that would get accepted into MIT. With their acceptance rates so low and there being so many schools in New York, normally there was only one Midtown student who ever got accepted per graduating class. Everyone knew Peter Parker had his heart set on that spot but it was going to be Marinettes. No matter what.
