"Roman Reigns?"

I raised my hand shyly above my head, causing a smile in my history teacher before he got close to me with a pile of papers in his hands. 

"Congratulations, Mr. Reigns." He said with sympathy in his voice, leaving one of the paper sheets on my desk. "As always, the highest mark of the class." 

I just nodded, whispering a "thank you" almost imperceptible even to me, before Mr. Anderson keep delivering the rest of the exams with an expression full of displeasure in his face. 

I did my best to keep my eyes in my own exam, even knowing that I had all of my classmates' eyes on me with just the mention of my last name. 

I could find envy, fury, or even lookings telling me that they wanted to throw me a pen. I decided to not torture myself with it. 

The King of the List A.

Reigns is guilty of the teacher always scolding us. 

He would be no one if he wasn't the first of a list full of freaks. 

All those things that they whispered around me made me want to scream. But I just stayed quiet, silence helped to calm me down, turning a deaf ear. 

If they study, they will probably have better results. It's not my fault that they don't use their brains for things that were really important. 

"Ambrose!"

I stopped looking at my perfect exam to raise my glance, noticing that all lookings were now in the student seated in the last desk of the row. 

The guy with brown hair stopped moving his converse over the wood of his desk when Mr. Anderson hit his leg with the sheets of paper, taking off something that seemed to be an earphone and looking at the teacher with his brows up. 

"Ambrose, how many times have I told you to behave during my class?" growled the white-haired man, seeming to be containing to lose his patience in front of a teen. 

"Uhm... How many times have I told you that I don't bother anyone?"

The brunette smiled, putting his sneaker down from the desk but still reclining slyly in his chair.

"Man, I was listening to a very cool song, you know. You must lis..." His words got interrupted when Anderson left his exam abruptly in front of him. "...ten to it."

I have to accept, I was curious too about the situation, but just because it's like a show that happens every exam delivery. 

The teacher clenched his jaw, even when Ambrose took the sheet of paper and gave it a look pursing his lips in a funny way.

"Hm. Nice red color that you used in the F right here. Is it new?"

His joke made almost the whole classroom laugh, made Anderson's face flushed with anger and made me roll my eyes.

Here we go again...

"Stop making fun of me, Ambrose!" Exclaimed the teacher angrily. "You're on the line and you're a failure that does nothing apart from acting like a clown to change."

"Yep. They tell me that a lot."

But the man with tie seemed to give up on him, just giving him one last look and a "we'll talk after school" between teeth. He finally turned on his shoes, preparing to continue with the delivery of exams despite the whispers that have spread throughout the classroom.

My eyes stayed for a while on that character with messy hair and bizarrely blue eyes, which looked as usual. Carefree and with that bit of fun that made everyone go crazy. Then, they soon met mine as I was looking at him over my shoulder.

I wasn't surprised that he smirked sideways, forming a pistol with the fingers of his bandaged right hand and pointing at me. He faked the sound of a shot with his lips, at the same time he winked at me with amusement.

I just shook my head, pursing my lips, then turning and returning to mine.

The bell didn't take long to ring and everyone seemed to escape as fast from Anderson's clutches, even though he shouts to read from page 120 to page 200 for the next class.

I walked silently through the crowded corridors, just stopping to admire some new poster on the panels or crashing my fist with one of my friends from the calculation class.

Some looks followed me, especially those from some of the girls who mutter things between them and I only smile sideways as I pass by.

I'm the king of List A, but that doesn't make me Nerd.

What is that of the List A? Well, it's stupid.

"¡Roman! ¡Roman!"

A few cries caught my attention, turning my head around in search of their source. I soon found it, coming from a bicolor of glasses that was attached to some lockers by a couple of members of the football team.

I wrinkled my jaw and approached as fast as I could, pulling the aggressors' shoulder and settling in front of Seth the instant they left him go with a grimace of displeasure.

"Well, well." Said with the guy with long hair with a smile. "Look who's here! The king of the losers!"

"Don't start again, okay?" I whispered, containing myself from rolling my eyes. "Seth did nothing to you, Corbin."

"Of course he did." His poisonous gaze returned to the boy behind me. "Your flea made me dump my lunch yesterday."

"I told you it was an accident!"He defended himself, but Baron only gave him a look that silenced him.

"Give me just one reason to not kick you up, piece of shit."

He took a haughty step forward, but I didn't hesitate to cross his path as I put myself ahead of Seth. Baron looked at me with his frown, which I only swallowed a little but I stood firm.

"Move, Reigns."

"I will not, Corbin. I'm not afraid to fight with you. But don't even dare to touch Seth."

Then a smile danced on his lips, almost releasing a laugh as he took a few steps back and stopped next to the silent big guy that accompanied him.

"How sweet are the A's. Don't you think, Brock?" He laughed along with his friend. "Always taking care of their back like the shit they are. I like it.

I frowned, keeping myself serious as long as I did not do anything that I would regret.

"Well, go on like that, boffins." Corbin smiled, turning on his sneakers and preparing to leave. "See you soon, Seth.

Lesnar gave us one last look, before turning slowly on his sneakers and following the captain of the school team.

I took a breath through my nose, releasing it gently while the pair of bullies disappeared quickly from my field of vision. A little calmer, I turned to face the bicolor. He still looked a little scared, adjusting his glasses nervously while licking his lips constantly.

"I-I swear that it was an accident, Rome." He stammered shakily.

I smiled sideways, hugging him by the shoulders and handing him the backpack they had dropped.

"That doesn't matter, brother." I patted his shoulder, helping him relax. "They're just a pair of dumbs." He nodded. "But I will not always be here to defend you, okay?

"I know." He exclaimed, almost without breath. "Next time, you'll see that getting with Seth Rollins, the second-best on List A, is not cheap."

"Yeah... That's what you said last week, too."

Rollins looked at me sarcastically, at which I just smirked and gave him one last pat on his back.

"Come on." I fixed my backpack over my shoulder. "They are waiting for us at the club."

We returned to the corridors, talking about grades and the next thing we could try when we get to our extracurricular club room.

Seth was constantly harassed by that pair of cowards just for belonging to List A, as well as several of my classmates who suffered the same bad luck. With me, they did not get in too much, since my friends said that I looked like an alpha male or something like that.

The truth is that this whole thing of the popular and the nerds was disgusting. Nothing more than a pyramid where the most braggart had placed themselves at the top and believed they had the right to crush the rest.

I wasn't like that. 

"Hey, they updated the list." Said suddenly the bicolor when we crossed one of the corridors.

I walked slowly behind him, approaching to see the updated poster of List A and F.

"Damn it! You're the first again! "He complained.

"So it seems," I mumbled with a small shrug.

"I can not believe it." He began to caress his temples with exasperation. "I approved everything and I have a lot of credits. Why the hell am I still the second!?"

"Maybe you'll have more luck next month, Sethie." I smiled sideways at him.

"Yes, of course." Ironized. "You have been the king of List A since you moved here, you have nothing to complain about."

The school had a strange way of classifying students according to their grades, through the popular List A and F.

List A stood out for those who always got the best grades. Or the Nerds, as everyone called us.

Whereas, List F was the opposite. The ones who were below their average or did not have enough to pass ended up among the worst of the lists.

Many knew me for that, for being the one who heads the List A every year.

On the other hand, Dean Ambrose is the king of fun in our high school and the king of List F.

It wasn't someone I wanted to relate to too much.

"Rome." Seth ended up pulling me out of my trance, almost jumping on my shoes as I turned my head towards him. "Are you okay, buddy? I've been screaming at you like ten minutes."

"Yeah..." I blinked a couple of times. "I'm half stupid, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, King of List A." Smiled the bicolor, beating my arm amicably. "Let's just hurry to get there. You know how Rusev gets when they make him wait."

I nodded and prepared to follow what we had left to get to the club room.

I could not help but flip gently over my shoulder one last time, looking again at the big pamphlet with the lists before continuing to walk with a sigh.

For some, like Seth, it was important to move on to List A. But for me ...

Sometimes I thought it was a pain in the ass.

"Woman, don't bring me that food here! It messes up the lens of my camera!"

"Don't you dare talking to me like that, mastodon without a brain! And what messes up your camera are the pictures of that bitch!"

"What did you say!? Dare to repeat it!

I sighed, then opened the door with the statement "Journalist Club".

I soon found myself in such a familiar scene that I could write an entire article about how those two individuals hated each other.

Rusev, the club's photographer, growled things in his native language to that librarian with her long hair tied up in a perfect ponytail. 

"Hi, guys." I greeted them, drawing a smile on Naomi's lips and that Rusev only growled.

"Hey, Rome! I brought what you asked! "She said excitedly, grabbing some books between her arms next to a pink box. "There are all the copies that I found on the subject, I also brought some donuts for you to spend the afternoon."

"You really are the best, Naomi." I smiled sideways, taking what she brought and putting it on my work desk. "I really don't know how to pay you for this."

"Well ..." She removed a lock of hair from her cheek, putting it behind her ear with some nervousness. "Would you tell Jimmy about me? Seriously, it would be very helpful."

"Jimmy?" She nodded, still shy despite my smile. "I did not know you liked him."

"She's ugly. Don't do that to your cousin, Roman. Please."

Naomi pursed her jaw with annoyance, turning softly towards the Bulgarian on his desk looking at the lenses of his camera.

"Nobody asked your opinion, mastodon without brain." The female exclaimed. "Why don't you better go use your small camera with the cheap imitation of Barbie?"

"Don't talk about my muse like that, woman!"

"Force me!"

"It's enough you two." I stopped them. Naomi withstood a sigh and Rusev snarled again swearwords in Bulgarian to himself. "No problem, Naomi. I'm sure I can help."

She smiled delightedly, muttering a "thank you" with a nervous giggle.

"I have to go. Let me know if you or Seth need anything, alright?"

"Now I don't exist or what?" Rusev muttered from his place of work, beating the table angrily that only made her eyes roll a little.

"You don't exist to me, fake imitation of Hulk."

I avoided laughing, unlike Seth who burst out laughing immediately and Rusev started yelling things in his language.

"Thanks again, Naomi."

She smiled at me one last time, then headed to the door. After ruffling Seth's hair, she left and left us in complete silence.

"Rusev, you should be more polite." I said between a sigh, leaving my backpack on my desk and beginning to distribute the books that Naomi had brought."Naomi is always helping us and every time she comes you behave like a..."

"Mastodon without feelings?"

Seth received a poisonous look from the Bulgarian, which made him look down again and concentrate on the papers he was reviewing.

"I was going to say like a fool, but Seth is also right."

"Agh... That woman has no appreciation for anything." He growled. "She also insulted my beautiful muse ... I'm never going to forgive her that!"

I took a breath, trying to be patient with him.

"Did you take pictures of her again today?" Asked the bicolor, drawing an immediate smile on Rusev's mouth.

"I have many! Today she looked perfect!"

"You said that yesterday too..." I whispered softly, turning around. I opened the box of donuts while listening to Seth holding the laughter before the possible grimace of our photographer.

"Lana is pure perfection!"

His scream made me laugh. I grabbed a couple of donuts and approached smiling to the Bulgarian counting several photos already revealed.

"We don't have problems with you admiring her, Rusev." I raise up a chocolate donut to him. "Just don't waste the whole camera roll. Remember that we need photos for this month's article."

"Understood, boss." He muttered, before settling down to eat and begin delicately arranging the pictures of the blond haired girl.

I gave the other donut to Seth, to finally return to my desk and arrange to work as every afternoon.

We took care of the school's newspaper that circulated around the establishment. News and articles that will attract attention.

Rusev takes care of the photographs and the quality of these, Seth tries to write everything in a detailed but interesting way and I look for every available record of information on the subjects.

It was quite fun. And since the three of us were part of List A, this work was authorized by all the student staff.

I didn't know exactly what made us different from List F. But I wasn't interested in finding out either.