Living With The Bad Boy

44) Are You Married?

"For the last time, why are you so jittery Marce?" I couldn't help but ask. Class hasn't started yet and she couldn't even hold a book straight without shaking. She simply shook her head and emptied her book bag while Sam and Liam looked just as pale, walking towards us.

"Is there an apocalypse or something?" I couldn't help but ask. "Why are y'all freaking out?"

"A ton of kids are getting their acceptance letters," Liam answered, checking his phone. "I've gotten a couple but I haven't opened them yet."

"Me neither," I shrugged, looking at the notification number. Honestly, I was scared to look. What if I get rejected into every college?

"Harvard sent me an email," Marcie finally spoke. My eyes shot wide and I dropped my jaw to the floor. Holy smoky chicken.

"Then open it you valedictorian!" I yelled, ignoring the stares that I was getting.

"I'm the valedictorian," Liam argued, opening his grades. Marcie took out hers and we amusedly watched them compare their perfect grades.

"Lauren, can you add my grades and divide them by how many classes I have? We'll see who has the higher average," Marcie said, throwing a smug look at Liam.

"Sam-"

"Okay," he shrugged, knowing what he was going to ask. I took out my calculator and started to add up the grades, trying not to gape at how high they all are. 99.39 + 102.38 + 95.34 + 98.63...

"You have an average of 99.08," Sam told Liam, eyes wide at his grades. And yet they're still worrying.

"You have an average of 99.67," I told Marcie, my eyes wider than before. Liam groaned and she cheered, happy dancing around him.

"Ha! You're only a salutatorian," she teased, grinning widely. I love how she says only with me having a lower average.

"We still have time," he pointed out, rapidly refreshing his screen. "Guys, I just got an email."

"I got a couple yesterday," Sam shrugged. "I just didn't open them. This is scary."

"Which ones?" we curiously asked him.

"I don't know, I didn't open them," he shrugged again.

"I have an idea. How about we all open our mail on the count of three," I proposed. They turned whiter but slowly nodded at my idea. "One, two, three!"

I opened my email and squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them. "MIT, Princeton, Yale, Harvard, and Columbia emailed me," I said, feeling my heart rate rise up. Holy hell, this decides the rest of my life.

"Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Manchester, Duke, and Brown emailed me," Sam shakily said.

"Harvard, MIT, CalTech, Stanford, and Georgia and Princeton emailed me," Liam said. "Marcie?"

"Harvard, Yale, Cornell, Brown, Stanford, NYU, and Pennsylvania," she shakily answered. "Which one are we opening first?"

"The one that's the least important to us. All but Harvard," I said, opening the Yale one. "Yale rejected me, whatever. I don't know why I applied there anyway. Princeton is a yes, MIT is a no, and Columbia said yes." That was actually pretty convenient for me.

They widely grinned and gave me a tight hug. "That's amazing!" she smiled. "NYU and Brown accepted me. Yale said yes, UPenn said yes, but Stanford and Cornell said no. Guys, Cornell is the easiest Ivy to get into. What if Harvard says no?"

"Marcie," I tried to calm her down. "People get accepted into Harvard and rejected from others all the time. Have some hope."

"Okay," she whispered, staring at the phone. I could tell that she was tempted to chuck it at the wall but she didn't.