This was it. My entire future depended on this test. If I failed, BOOM! My life was over.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Nicole whispered from beside me. "Oh nothing, just the routine pep-talk before an algebra test." I assured.
Mr. Hill cleared his throat. "Miss Laney, may I ask what might be so important that you felt the need to disrupt this peaceful testing environment?" He asked. "I-I-" "Well, you see Mr. H, I was just wondering aloud to my friend over here why our professor just won't wear a coat to hide his enormous beer gut. Care to fill us in, Big H?" Nicole raised an eyebrow. I had to put my head down to hide my laughter, unlike everyone else in the classroom.
"Why you little-" "Knock knock." Mr. Hill was interrupted. I looked at the doorway, only to be stunned by the face of the frat boy from last night. He looked at me, winked, then looked back at the professor.
I briefly prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
Mr. Hill pinched the bridge of his nose. "Who are you? Shouldn't you be in class?" He asked in a clipped tone. You could practically see the words 'I hate my job' written across his forehead.
The boy walked over to Mr. Hill, propping his elbow on his shoulder. "Well, you see," He clicked his tongue, "my classes just got switched around, making my schedule a real mess. And if I'm not mistaken," He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, presumably his schedule, "this is classroom two-fifty, Mr. Hill?" He looked at the professor, a slight smile on his face.
Mr. Hill looked like he was ready to slit his own throat due to having another rowdy, obnoxious student in his class. "Ugh, whatever. Take a seat, I'll give you a test." He mumbled, shrugging the boy's arm off of his shoulder.
"Sweet." The boy grinned. He walked down my row, stopping at my desk. "And we meet again, sweetcheeks." He whispered in my ear. He walked to the back of the classroom, sitting in one of the empty desks. Nicole looked at me, her jaw almost touching the floor.
She mouthed the words 'You go, girl!' And winked at me. Geez, does everyone live to embarrass me?
"What's your name, kid?" Mr. Hill asked the new boy. "Brendon Urie." He answered. After that, everything was quiet as people resumed testing.
About ten minutes later, I felt a light object hit the back of my head. I looked back, not surprised to see Brendon's taunting smile. I narrowed my eyes at him, picking up the crumpled piece of paper that he threw at me.
I unfolded it, reading the messy scrawl of handwriting.
It read 'What do you say we ditch this test and go somewhere more interesting?'
I scoffed, writing a quick response on the paper.
'I'm in college for a reason, perv.'
I crumpled the paper up again, aggressively throwing it at his head when Mr. Hill turned around. He dodged it, just like he probably dodges relationships and commitment. Fuckboy.
Brendon: one. Carson: zero.
He wrote something on the paper, then threw it back to me. I caught it in mid-air. Fuck yeah.
Carson: one. Brendon: one.
He wrote, 'Me too.' I rolled my eyes. 'To hook up with random girls in a frat house? ' I wrote, tossing the paper backwards.
He snapped his fingers, gaining my attention. He winked, mouthing the words 'Why don't you find out?'
Fuckboy.
