Lover Boy [Book 2]

Chapter 8

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"Where's Lydia?" Kira asked as we all stood outside the doors to take the PSATs.

    "She took it her freshman year." I answered.

    "Does that mean I could have taken it some other time?" Malia asked.

    "You could've. If you wanted to fail." I answered, crossing my arms.

    Stiles wrapped his arms around me as he stood behind me, kissing my cheek. "You got this. I helped you study."

    I placed my hands over his and looked back at him with a smile. "As I recall, we didn't actually get around to doing much studying."

    Scott smiled happily. "You two finally—"

    "No." Stiles said, "whenever the mood's right, something supernatural always comes up and interrupts us."

    "Oh my gosh, Stiles. Please shut up." I groaned, leaning my head back against his chest.

    "I hate you two, you're cute." Malia scoffed.

    I looked at her. "Well, I'm not a fan of you either, Malia."

    "Okay, okay! We're doing this, because while we're trying not to die, we still need to live. If I survive high school, I'd like to go to college. A good college..." Stiles said to us.

    "It's only three hours. We can survive three hours." Kira said as we headed into the classroom.

    "Cell phones in the envelope. You'll get it back after the test." Ms. Martin said to us, and we put our phones in the envelopes before grabbing our test booklets and sitting down.

    "Please do not open the test booklet until you are instructed to do so. This test is two hours and ten minutes. There will be two twenty-five-minute critical reading sections, two twenty-five-minute math sections, and an essay writing portion that will last thirty minutes." the teacher said to us from his desk, and looked at Ms. Martin. "There are supposed to be two teachers monitoring this exam..."

    "I know. It's Coach. He's not exactly punctual. Um, let me just try him again..." she said, and walked out of the classroom, coming back in a few minutes later. "I can't find him...but Mr. Yukimura is upstairs grading papers. Do you want me to try him?"

    "We have to start. We can ask for his assistance during the first break." the teacher said to her, "You may now open your test booklets and begin."

    I opened my test booklet and was immediately met with a migraine, looking back and seeing Scott looking at me with worry. "I'm fine. Just stressed."

    A loud thud was heard a few seats back, and we saw Sydney had fallen off her chair.

    Ms. Martin helped Sydney up. "Sydney! Are you all right?"