Oliver had just arrived. He had dark circles around his eyes and was very pale. He looked like he would collapse any minute.
"Jesus, Oliver! You look like sh*t!" Theo told.
"Fu*k off! I'm sick but can't miss our math quiz today." Oliver said. He sat on his chair and banged his fingers around his forehead.
"Mr. Silang. Are you okay?" Mr. Flores asked him.
"I'm fine, sir. Thank you." He answered
Mr. Flores walked over and touched the back of his palm on Oliver's forehead. "My God! You're burning up! You need to go to the infirmary immediately."
"Sir, I'm fin-"
"No, I insist!" Mr. Flores interrupted.
With no other choice, Oliver went to the infirmary. Homeroom then proceeded as usual, and just before 8 a.m., Mr. Flores left the classroom. Immediately, Ms. De Guzman entered and greeted the class.
"Oliver still hasn't returned. He's gonna miss parts of the quiz." Caden told his seatmates.
"I know, but there's nothing we can do. Ms. De Guzman doesn't move her quizzes." Jake told Caden.
Ms. De Guzman proceeded to explain the mechanics of her quiz. She was going to show the problems on the projector one by one. The students are to write the problem on their papers, then she will proceed to the next. Nothing is working to Oliver's favor. He's late and the questions are only posted for a few minutes.
"Let's start then."
Caden looked at the clock. It's 8:09 a.m., and three questions have already been presented. Sh*t, where is that little man?
"Good morning, ma'am." a voice greeted as the front door of the class swung open.
"You're late, Mr. Silang." The teacher said in a stern tone.
"I know, ma'am. I'm sorry. The infirmary made me rest too long. I couldn't– "
"I don't care. Take your seat" she interrupted.
Oliver was visibly stressed out. He was panting, probably from running across two buildings and a flight of stairs. He had a veil of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were redder than rage. He didn't have a copy of the questions. He was distressed, and he'd probably fail this quiz if he didn't have the problems to answer from.
Caden felt that everything that was happening was unfair to Oliver. He didn't choose to be sick, nor to be late. It was the school nurse's fault for making him stay for bed rest. Caden started thinking of ways to help him. What was one way to give him the questions without being suspicious? He could write on a separate piece of paper, but the teacher would see it as a cheat sheet. He could give him his whole answer sheet, but then where would he write the problem when Ms. De Guzman flashes the next one? Think, Caden, think!
Caden had just bought a new correction tape. Perfect. It's white and he could wipe the ink off before Ms. De Guzman could notice the action. He quickly wrote problems 1-3 on it. He tried his best to cover his action. He wrapped his arm around the object and wrote on it, making it seem like he was writing his solution on his paper. When he was done. He contemplated how he was going to pass it to Oliver without making it seem like he was helping him cheat. He had the perfect plan, and it would work since Oliver would answer these questions in a breeze anyway.
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Those Damn Dimples (BL)
RomanceA lot of Caden's later years were spent with the absence of his father, a man whom he had always wanted to feel by his side. He longed for his father, to feel safe in his arms when he's in peril. The man was always abroad, working. Caden had conside...
