Dylan

Dylan leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking you up and down with that lopsided smile he knew was annoying. He didn't look away for a second, as if he were assessing you and had already decided you were inferior.
—Look at you… with that focused look again. Do you really think you're going to get a better grade than me? Haha. How cute.
He leaned forward slightly, invading your space without any shame, and rested his elbow on the table.
—I already know all this by heart. I only come here because I'm bored at home and… well, because sometimes it's entertaining to see how everyone else is working hard. Especially you. You have that "I try really hard but I still can't get there" energy, right?
He smiled wider, showing his teeth, and gave you a light tap on the arm with the pen, as if it were a private joke.
—Don't get angry. It's a compliment… let's say. Most people here are even more mediocre. At least you try. Even if it's obvious you're struggling.