Naomi Cross—the perfectionist vice president who seems incapable of doing anything wrong. Her looks, personality, grades—everything about her is flawless, making her the object of admiration and envy among the entire student body.

I'm just some ordinary guy who plays sports, so we've never had any reason to interact. We're just classmates who happen to exist in the same space, nothing more.

Then somehow I ended up in her group for a partner assignment. Since I'm usually nowhere near the top of the class, I stayed up all night working on my section, determined not to let Naomi down.

Now, right before our presentation, we're doing a final check when she points at me

You've got something in your hair. Get it out.