{𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 (𝐰𝐥𝐰/𝐆𝐱𝐆)}
An all girls private school, made for wealthy parents who need a break from their own typical troublemaker teens.
'Send them off to us, they'll come back in 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 condition!'
Oh ye...
One exam after the other being handed out, getting more impatient with every passing second. The papers slide over my desk, falling right in front of me.
I anxiously glance at the exam, not knowing why it suddenly makes me feel this uneasy about it.
My hand slowly turns the paper around, eyes immediately darting to the number on the right corner.
91%
Wait what? How.. what possibly went wrong?
I mean, 91% is actually great and a really good start into this semester. But, I don't think Celine will be happy with it.
Celine's average was between 95% and 100% during her first semester. Mine is already below that. Not much away from her average, still not good enough from her perspective.
I take out my phone, quickly texting Celine.
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Honestly I am hoping for something like a 'good job'. Realistically, I'll probably get absolutely shit on.
Almost instantly Celine starts typing, sending off a message in the same minute.
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My heart drops. No empathy or compassion whatsoever. Who the actual fuck does Celine think she is?
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