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Take a breath, Lana.
Everything will be okay.
My stomach churned when I noticed his perfectly combed chestnut hair walking through the corridor by himself, just like any other day. I basically jumped out of the bush, nearly tripping in the...
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Staring at my math notes only solidified that I don't remember a single thing my teacher had taught us. It just looked like a bunch of scribbles on a blank piece of paper ready to ruin people's lives. I wouldn't be able to tell apart the things I knew from the material I didn't know. Sighing, my head slammed down onto my arms, regretting this long night already.
Maybe if Declan was my teacher, I would actually pay attention. But that would never happen; the damn boy hates me.
Maybe I should shift from math and try science. Opening my chemistry book, I glared at the periodic table; what does this have to do with science? What was that song my teacher created to get us to remember all the elements? Dang it, how do I get distracted so easily. Daydreaming was secretly is a curse.
The time ticked by as I tried creating my own random song to remember the pies on the table. Wait, pies? I think that's the wrong subject. Great! Now, everything was getting jumbled in my small pea-sized brain. Currently, I was rewriting notes since I read an article stating how writing notes will help you remember them.
My eyes betrayed my trust by slowly closing in on me. Yawn after yawn, I was left with random marks on my paper for when I fell asleep for a second. At this rate, I wouldn't reach the top two hundred until a million years. Clearly, sleep is overthrowing me and I don't know how much longer I can hold on to it.
"Lana!" her voice boomed through the room, causing my body to shake.
"Mmm yeah," I replied, turning around.
"I made midnight snacks to help your brain function better," Declan's mother said, placing the tray down on the table.
"Oh, thank you." I smiled, staring down at the rice cakes covered in Nutella.
She sat down by the table and patted the spot next to her. "Relax, take a break. You've been studying since eight."
"You're right," I agreed, suddenly feeling my stomach grumble. Apparently, I wasn't only not sleepy but starving as well. No one can learn on an empty stomach.
"I'm so happy to finally be able to do this," she beamed, clapping her hands quietly.
"What do you mean? What about Declan?" I asked, munching on a rice cake.
"Declan never studies." she frowned.
I frantically blink my eyes. "Huh? He really doesn't study at all? Then what is he up to?"
"Sleeping, I just went to check," she answered.
Sleeping! That boy was hit by God's perfection stick because how was this literally possible? Who doesn't need to study to achieve the highest grade in the state? Studying must be a conspiracy theory teachers created because clearly, we didn't need it to pass. Declan was the perfect example of that.
Just imagine how cutely his face would look while sleeping caused goosebumps to slither up my spine. This certainly isn't healthy. I wonder what position he sleeps in; I'm betting on his back, also known as the superior option.
