The Mystery Continues...(VW2)

Chapter 14: First question

We are having an English test today!

"No, no way, I didn't study a thing!" Riley cried out, clapping her face in pure frustration as she heard the sudden news of hell.

She says this, and later she and Paul score the highest mark among everyone. Riley's the type of kid to say that she didn't study anything and then score every mark possible. And then I'm the one to remain unconfident and tensed like I didn't study a thing and score more than others, but less than Paul and Riley - which means I'm usually the one holding the third position during the tests. Sam smiles in pure confidence and tells that she studied everything, then scores the least, being either zero or negative. Okay, I'm exaggerating about that negative part, but it's almost that. The confidence she expressed before was either a facade or just being overconfident even though she didn't study a thing. Considering that it's Sam, it's probably the former; she loves to hide her problems from us.

"Sure, you didn't. Tell me this when mam gives out the results, and I'll kill you," I replied, hitting on my desk, pretending that the desk was the test that I was going to write soon, "Seriously, Riley?"

We had two of the toughest chapters for the test - The Legend of Northland by Phoebe Cary and The Lake of Innisfree, the latter being a poem and the former being a poem but with a story-like appearance.

Sam took out a random piece of paper from somewhere, wrote something on it, then showed it to me eagerly, "Cheat sheet?"

I read what was written on the sheet, "Forces are said to be balanced when their net resultant force is zero."

Sam grinned, "Aren't I such a pro?"

"Sure, writing physics definitions during an English test is such a pro thing to do," I nodded, trying to keep a straight face as I said so, "And I bet your marks will be pro too! Like how you got six and a half on fifty for maths exam last time."

I know that marks affect people a lot, it affects me and Riley and even Paul, but that doesn't mean that we're going to let it ruin our fun either. Six and a half on fifty is too low and a fail mark, and had it been my parents, they would've kicked me out of the house for it too. But when we think about it later on, it just seems like a funny, stupid story in our life. Besides, Sam can easily just improve later, right? She definitely has the potential and the intelligence to do so. So when we tease each other regarding our failures in life, we just laugh it off and not get hurt about it anymore. Because that's what friends do; comfort your friends during their hard times and laugh with them about it after it's over.

Riley laughed at this, finally having gotten over her tension about the test while Sam just facepalmed, "Really? You gotta humiliate me in front of my girlfriend like that? No wonder we're always making you the third wheel!"

Riley gasped at this while I looked between the both of them with mischievous smirks, "Ahh, I knew something mysterious was going on between you two... You naughty bitches!"

"What-" Riley began, but Sam cut her off with a duh look, "Don't talk as if you didn't already know about this, Rosie-posie. You are the know-it-all, remember?"

I nodded eagerly, "Of course! I was just making sure that Riley knew that I knew, you know."

All this while, Riley held a confused expression, holding her hips and tapping her toes in a rhythm. Sam and I burst out laughing, about to say something, but Sam leaned over Riley in the process while I just staggered back and hit the wall. Riley staggered back with Sam's weight and Sam was quick to hold her 'girlfriend's' waist like in the movies and in Wattpad, balancing her as she stared up at the sexy main character with a shocked face. I stood myself upstraight and dusted myself off, making me remind myself of my single ass because Riley had at least Sam to hold her when she fell. Damn, the irony.