"Well, well," he thought. "This girl has some real brains. Who was it that called her useless? I''ll tear their tongue out!"


    Just as Keith was getting into the rhythm of grading, he realized the answers stopped abruptly. What? Where''s the rest?


    "Sir, I did the math. You asked for sixty points, but I did ny," Juniper exined as she calmly packed her bag, her tone respectful and polite.


    Since she had given him an extra thirty points, surely he would sign her leave slip


    now.


    The old man froze, pen in hand.


    So, she could actually control her score?


    "Sir, could you please sign this for me?" Juniper asked, cing a pre-written leave slip respectfully on his desk.


    "Ah? Oh." Still in a daze, the old man dazedly picked up his pen and dazedly signed


    his name.


    "Thank you, sir."


    "You''re wee."


    It wasn''t until Juniper had left that the old man snapped back to reality. He shot up from his chair, mmed his hand on the desk, and burst outughing.


    "There''s hope! There''s hope for Aurora High School! In all my years of teaching, I''ve never met a student like this! Ahahaha!"


    Teachers from other subjects, passing by his office, heard his manic shouts and were thoroughly rmed.


    A new rumor began to spread: Juniper had driven the physics teacherpletely insane again. And this time, it was even worse than before.


    ...


    Before leaving school, Juniper checked Jimmie''s schedule. At seven in the evening, he was meeting a friend for dinner at Moonlight Peak. She still had doubts about the hair sample fromst time and nned to get a blood sample instead. If the result was the same, she would just have to ept her fate.


    When she arrived at the rooftop garden, she was surprised to find that Jimmie''s friend was none other than Shanley.


    No wonder Shanley had said he could get her Jimmie''s autograph. She had thought he was just some rich guy who could throw money around to buy photos. If she had known, she wouldn''t have gone to so much trouble for a few strands of hair.


    Juniper sat in her own private booth, her eyes glued to the two men. Music was ying on the rooftop, making it hard to hear their conversation. All she could see was Jimmie piling an absurd amount oftro into his bowl.


    Juniper was speechless. The only other person she knew who lovedtro that much was herself. This was practically written in their DNA. Did she even need any more proof?


    "Turn off the music," Juniper messaged the manager. The music on the rooftop immediately stopped, and she could finally hear their conversation clearly.


    “You liketro, too?" Shanley asked, his eyes narrowed in a half-smile.


    "Too?" Jimmie paused, his fork hovering in mid-air as he looked up, his handsome face illuminated by the cool light.


    It was the first time Juniper had gotten a good look at him. His eyes were just like hers.


    The realization only made her angrier. He had pushed her, and her arm still hurt from where she hit the door.


    The jerk!


    "Yeah." A smile touched Shanley''s lips as he thought of Juniper. "My little girl lovestro, too."


    "Is that so?" Jimmie had heard him mention this girl several times now, and his interest was piqued. "I wonder if my sister likes it, too..."


    Sister? At his words, Juniper''s gaze darkened. The album she had broken had beenbeled "My sister".


    Was that why he had gotten so angry? If that was the case, she supposed she could forgive him. Ten percent. She still had to get revenge for the other ny percent.