Chapter Eight: Exam

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Anya pulled out her phone as she left the library, noticing Kokei's message.  

"Oh hey Kokei, only seeing this now. Same, I hope I can take 1st this time. I've been trying, but this one guy is so annoying and always takes 1st," she replied.

Kokei responded with confidence, "Can't relate. Taking 1st is a breeze for me B)"

"I wonder what it would be like if we were in the same school, i feel like we would be best friends there too xD, and help each other study like we do now" she replied

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A week of hardcore studying flew by for Anya and Damian.

Anya walked into the classroom with a confident smirk, drawing a sigh from Becky. "Let's get this over with," Becky groaned as she took her seat beside her.

As Damian walked over to his seat, a determined look etched on his face, he muttered under his breath, "I won't lose." Anya, overhearing him, couldn't help but let out a scoff, her competitive spirit ignited by his words. The exam began, and Anya's focus was laser-sharp, her eyes glued to the sheet of questions in front of her. Her pen moved swiftly across the paper as she tackled each problem with precision and confidence. Every equation, every word problem, she approached with determination, determined to conquer each one.

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On the third day of exams, Anya stepped out into the tranquil courtyard, a steaming can of cocoa in her hand, its warmth comforting her as she embraced the crisp morning air. Students bustled around the school yard, their chatter mingling with the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Damian emerged from the dorm exits, his headphones firmly in place, attempting to maintain a sense of calm before his impending exam. However, his tranquility was swiftly disrupted as someone abruptly jogged up beside him.

"Damian!" the girl exclaimed, her smile radiant, much to Damian's irritation, as his serene morning was abruptly shattered.

"What do you want, Emilie?" Damian snapped, his voice tinged with irritation as he cast a disdainful glance at the girl. Emilie, with her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, leaned in slightly with a playful expression.

"Oh, come on, you don't want to walk with your dear friend?" she teased, pouting her lips enticingly.

"Listen, just because our families are partnered doesn't mean we're friends," Damian retorted sharply, slipping his headphones back on and quickening his pace to put some distance between them.

"I'll get you to open up... one day," Emilie muttered under her breath, determination glinting in her eyes.


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