Nope. You’re the First One – Part 02

About twenty minutes passed. The casual chatter had died down, and just as I was thinking it was time to start studying for the exams, she arrived.

“Sorry I’m late. Didn’t mean to keep you waiting, darling.”

A black-haired girl entered, shedding her red coat.

You?!

She wasn’t a classmate or even from the neighboring class. She was an upperclassman.

And she was wearing a uniform. Did her casual wardrobe consist only of idol outfits or uniforms?

“Sara… why are you joining a study session for underclassmen?”

I almost said Saras, before catching myself.

“No problem,” I said. “I plan to repeat the year anyway.”

“What?”

“But if I repeat the year and my idiot of a darling doesn’t move up, it’s meaningless. So I came to lend my wisdom.”

“Talk about a high-handed attitude,” I muttered.

Why do people go to school?

As a kid, I couldn’t answer.