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𝐖hat's the most inconvenient approach to learning? Tests. And what's even more inconvenient when the day finally comes? Not studying for it in the slightest.
And that's the reason for Marlowe's anxious chewing on the tip of her pencil, her eyes clad by a frown as she skims through the questions. For the fifth time. Because they're halfway through in terms of time, and her paper is still as untouched as it was forty-five minutes ago.
A sheepish smile creeps upon her face as she gradually turns to glance at the sheet behind her. JJ peeks up at her movement, chucking her a puzzled look. She must be desperate if she's looking at him for answers.
But what she sees makes her sigh in disappointment. He's only scribbled something down under question five, the only 'circling'-task of the test, with the rest left as blank as hers. Nonetheless, she catches sight of what letter he's circled, skepticism making her nose scrunch.
She shakes her head. "It's not B," she mouths.
The blond rolls his eyes, gesturing to the fact that she's the one who turned to him. "How do you know?" he mouths back.
With one hand, she waves him off, going back to stare at her own test.
"Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute?"
Their attention drifts to the door, where a man in a suit lingers expectantly. Their history teacher whispers something back, but the man stands his ground. "I'll only take a minute."
"Mr. Heywards," Mr. Sunn then announces. "It's for you."
With her chin resting on her upturned palm, Marlowe's gaze darts to her friend. And her eyes linger on the open door for a good minute as Pope disappears around the wall, her mind anywhere but on the test.
"Miss Greene," their teacher whispers at her side, proceeding to tap the sheet on her desk with a warning glint in his eye.
The girl wants to roll her eyes but refrains from doing so, instead shifting her focus to where it's expected to be.
Moments later, Pope comes striding through the door in a beeline to his desk, shoulders tense and eyes wide. In his clutched grip is an envelope. Knowing the group is looking at him, he immediately turns in his seat, revealing the backside of the envelope.
Marlowe squints to get a better look. That's when her eyes settle on the golden wax seal. "Is that the—?"
"Wheat symbol?" Kiara finishes her sentence.
Pope nods. "Yeah."
"What the f-" JJ cuts himself off as Mr. Sunn raises his eyebrows warningly. "... fu... fu... fudge?"
Half an hour later, the bell frees the impatient Pogues. And as soon as that ear-deafening bell sets off, Pope shoots up from his seat, leaving the remaining three to hasten after him.
