You don't even want me

58.

[Camille]

I was even more nervous than I was on the day of my maths exam itself.

Today was the day I'd get the results of all of my exams. My grades were important if I wanted to keep doing sciences like I was now, because if I didn't pass maths with more than 65%, I'd have to go and do something else.

Not that physics or chemistry were a problem to me, I actually thought they were the most interesting courses. Just those stupid mathematics.

James had been helping me really hard, though, and I really appreciated that.

The only problem I had was to translate it to, well, English. The teachers always made it sound so complicated when it could be as simple as adding 2 with 2.

I checked my alarm clock and then cursed, realising I was only stressing myself out even more. James and I had decided to go and get our results together, and he was supposed to be at my house in 5 minutes, wich made me nervous.

Although I had a feeling it went quite well, better than it would've without James, the thought that it could always be unexpectantly bad kept wandering through my mind.

The bell rang while I was still fixing my hair in front of my mirror, and I sighed. I rushed down the stairs while at the same time trying to make a ponytail, and opened the front door with my key, just to tell James I was going around the back to grab my bike, already leaving again after he gave me a small nod.

I rushed through my back door, locked it, put the spare key under the flower pot on the windowsill again and then jogged to the garage.

Even though I was nervous as hell, I also really wanted to know how I did. I was curious if James's help would really have such a big impact on my grades as we all hoped.

We biked to school together, the both of us nicely wrapped in a beanie and gloves, our noses and cheeks still turning red by the cold breeze; it was almost Crhistmas, so it was normal for it to be freezing.

We got to school in less than 20 minutes, and it was only when I'd locked my bike and was walking towards the building that the nerves actually began to bubble up in my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to tell myself there was no reason to freak out like that, but no matter how many times I told myself, it didn't work.

Suddenly, James put his hand on my lower back while walking, like he wanted to guide me towards the building, and that simple touch made me calm and comfortable in no time.

I looked to the side with a small smile, amazed by how fast he always managed to get me to chill out with simple and small things like a subtle touch.

There were other students too, stumbling to the school's entrance in a rather unexcited way. James and I entered the building together and quickly asked a woman what classroom we had to be, telling her our year and class.

We followed her directions and entered the room where our maths teacher was just talking to a girl from our class. Her face cleared up when she saw James and I walk in, and quickly said hello, pointing at the pile of plastic maps with the results of everybody in our class before continuing her conversation with the girl.

James walked towards it and started to search for ours, and when he'd found them, my heart skipped a few beats.

Since the teacher was still occupied with the girl, there was no reason for us to stay. With a quick wave, we left the room again without having opened our maps with the results yet. I suddenly didn't want to know anymore, I was fine without the knowledge.

We walked to a little park close to the school and sat down on a bench. It was quiet and calm there, only a few people walking around the lake as it was pretty cold to be outside anyways.