We never studied.
We didn't have sex.
But we made out and napped until third class.
To my dismay and regret- I must add.
The last two classes left me in the same place as the morning.
Failure.
Failure.
Failure.
How is it that I'm failing this much in one day?
Have I not fully prepped myself for this year?
Have I not studied hours upon hours, upon hours to make myself drown in the facts I need to know to be the top student?
I have!
I have busted my ass off harder than anyone.
In the three weeks following the devastating disasters: I have not left my room despite my friends calling upon me.
I have become recluse and shut off once more.
Worse so.
Helen has gone out of her way to try an help me- but I never accept it because she's still the enemy in this race to the finish.
Garvey no longer comments on my failures or short comings. She has slowly shut herself off from me- treating me like everyone else.
Her respect for my intellect has died much like my grades.
Much like everything I'm afraid.
As the first quarter comes to a close, I log into my computer for my grades.
I can't be doing too terrible.
At least I hope.
Student Class Ranking
1. Helen Sharpe 2000
2. Akash Penthaki 1970
3. Floyd Reynolds 1969
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4. Cassian Shin. 1967
5. Max Goodwin 1958
6. Elizabeth Mays 1924
7. Lauren Bloom 1923
8. Iggy Frome 1919
9. Valentina Castro 1916
10. Wallace Smith 1906
What.
The Actual.
Fuck.
Getting out of my chair at the desk, I print the paper and snatch it from the printer. Leaving the dorm, I slam the door behind me as I make my way to the common area where I know everyone is hanging out eating food and playing games.
Throwing open the rooms double doors, they stop laughing and just look at me a little shocked and a little concerned about my disruptive behaving.
"Max- come to join us?" Helen asks with a sweet smile on her face.
"How could you do it?!" I growl and start towards her.
"D...do what?" She nervously asks and I slam the paper down on the table in front of her and they all look at it before she picks it up. When she scans the page of thousands of names and listings she sees what's wrong. "Oh, Max...darling- I'm so sorry. If you would've told me you needed help I would have..."
"You sabotaged me!! You...you distracted me on purpose so I would mess up! Gave me wrong notes to study..."
"Now hold on Max- you can't..." Reynolds begins and stands up to put space between me and Helen.
"Oh, you can sit down and shut the fuck up! You're benefitting from this shit too!" I growl angrily and Helen stands and tries to come to me.
"Max, I don't know what you're trying to imply that I did- but if you value our relationship you will think before you fin...."
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Temporary Love
Fanfiction*** Heavy A/U New Amsterdam *** Max Goodwin is just that average college guy who is just trying to make it as a medical student. When an easy mistake leads a huge misunderstanding- Max has to learn that breaking out of the comfort zone can be worth...
