𝑀𝐴𝐺𝑀𝐴 | 𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝟓 | 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑

・𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄・

"𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓!"

Everyone's attention immediately went to Reina, who was staring at her laptop screen with wide eyes. There was hardly anyone else in Midnight Mocha, so other than the sounds of the light jazz playing and the barista bustling about, there was silence as they waited in anticipation.

"Well?" asked Conan impatiently after a moment of her staying quiet. "What happened?"

She pointed to her laptop. "Our philosophy midterm grade is out."

Jaime bit his lower lip as he hurried to open the school website, and sure enough, there was a little orange dot on the notification symbol. His heart lurched—he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to see how he had done. He was pretty sure he passed, but he wasn't as confident that it was a high number. He would be just fine not ever knowing the grade. 

"Finally," Heidi—Rafael's girlfriend—groaned, opening her laptop. "The final's in two weeks! That's barely enough time to even review the midterms."

"Okay, let's all open it at the same time," Conan decided. "Three . . ."

Jaime held his breath as he stared at the 'Midterm grade updated' notification. The anxiety that was radiating off of the other three wasn't that helpful, either. 

"Two . . ."

He hovered his cursor over it, scrunching his face. Oh, God. He was so sure he did terribly on this one. If he clicked it to see that he failed, he was probably going to spend the next few days grovelling in bed. 

"One . . ."

As soon as Conan had uttered that last number, Jaime closed his eyes and pressed on it.

Once he was sure the page had loaded, he peeked an eye open. Relief shot through his body as soon as he saw the pleasing number of eighty-six, and he grinned. That was about sixteen percent higher than he had expected. 

"Damn, I did pretty good," Jaime said excitedly. "Eighty-six!"

"Better than me," sighed Rafael, leaning back and frowning. "I got a seventy-nine."

"I'm right in between." Heidi squinted her green eyes, and Jaime couldn't tell if she was happy or not. "Eighty-three."

Conan, on the other hand, pumped his fists in the air. "Holy shit, I passed! Fifty-five!"

Rafael gave him a fist bump. "Good job, man."

"I can't look. I'm so scared." Reina covered her eyes and lowered her head. "I think I failed. I'm not gonna graduate."

"Oh, come on, Rein," Jaime laughed as she shook her head. "If I did good, that means you did great."

She gave him a pained look. "Jaime . . ."

"Okay, let me look first." He grabbed her laptop and dragged it toward him. The number was already up on there, and he restrained himself from exclaiming how good she did. Instead, he decided to make a little fun of her. He put on his best 'You fucked up' face as he looked up at her. "Oh, shit . . ."

It worked. "Fuck!" she groaned, slapping her hands over her eyes again. "Is it that bad? Wait—don't tell me. I don't wanna know." She was still for a moment before she shook her head. "Fuck! Just tell me."

"Rein, listen, you're smart, okay?" Jaime said softly, trying his best to hold back his laughter. Judging by the concerned looks around him, he should've been pursuing a degree in acting instead. "You studied really hard. Don't let this make you feel bad."