Forever Yours

chapter fifteen

Back at school on Monday, I'm walking in with Joel and telling him how my dad rejected me again. "Then he said, 'still no boys Willow', it's like he hates me or something." I roll my eyes and let out a big sigh.

"Yeah! And my mom is still too busy to meet you. It's like she doesn't even care about my happiness, just trying to make her own by going on those stupid dates," Joel says. We were going to go over to his house last night, but his mom went out on yet another date, so I didn't get to meet her again.

I try to lighten the mood, "It's okay. I'll meet your mom soon and you'll meet my dad, well, when we're like thirty I guess." We both laugh at my little joke.

"Hello, your majesties," Mia says and curtsies to us when she walks up.

"Hi Mia," Joel and I say in unison.

"What are we talking about?" she inquires.

"How annoying our parents are," I say.

"Ah, I see. Well, we better stop worrying about them and start worrying about finals." she adds.

I say, "Whatever."

As Joel says, "Yeah," at the same time.

Joel and I look at each other. I think sometimes we forget how each of us feels about school. He's a genius and I'm the one that doesn't give a crap.

"I'm just saying, finals are still like three weeks away. We don't need to worry yet," I say trying to get them to calm down. Joel and Mia share a look and laugh like I'm talking crazy. I grab their hands and lead them down the hall to our first class. "Let's go nerds."

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Well, here I am worrying about finals, because they're now two days away. I'm in the library with Joel and Mia on a Saturday, studying. Ugh. Look, I don't care about school, but I don't want to repeat eleventh grade. That'd be awful.

"Which process moves particles from areas of low concentration to areas of high concentration in a cell?" Joel asks me, pulling me out of my thoughts. He lists off the choices from our science practice test and I answer incorrectly.

"C'mon Lo, you gotta take this seriously," Mia says.

"I am! But the last time I checked; you don't need to know about particles moving in a cell to know how to write."

Mia pulls out our English practice test and says, "Well then what about this?"

"Ugh, pass," I sigh and push it away from me.

"Fine! How about we make a game of it then?" Mia asks. She piques Joel and my interest.

"How so?" Joel inquires.

"Well, every time you guys get a question right, I'll give you a jellybean," she says as she pulls out a giant bag of Jelly Bellies from her backpack.

"And if we get it wrong?" I ask, surprisingly interested in studying now.

Mia thinks this over. "Well, then, I'll throw one at your head." Joel and I laugh at this. "I'm serious!"

Since Mia's little game started, we've all been doing a pretty good job at getting questions right from each of our practice tests. Mia wasn't wrong when she said she would throw them at our heads for getting it wrong though. Jellybeans really do hurt when they're chucked across the table at your face.

Eight practice tests, a whole bag of Jelly Bellies, and a bunch of laughs later, we finally feel ready for our finals. I love my best friends.

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