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Chapter 32

~A/N~

2/3 of this chapter is filler.. I told you shit would start going down. Enjoy! :D

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"I am going to murder myself," I whined, letting my head fall onto the book on the wooden table. Luckily, the chilly wind wasn't letting me fall asleep in the school yard.

"What are you even doing?" Caitlyn asked as she took a peek at my book, and I lifted my head up just in time to notice her widening her eyes. "English? English? What are you, having problems with grammar?"

I glared at her. "Yes Caitlyn, I can't tell what is what," I snapped sarcastically. We both knew I wasn't having any kind of problems, I was just tired out of my mind.

"Aw, baby," She said, obviously just to piss me off. "There, their, they're."

I laughed at her lame pun, feeling like anything even remotely funny could make me laugh my ass off. "Fuck you," I said through a laugh, before sighing and continuing to do my work.

To think, in the beginning of the week I was this energetic ball that was bursting with knowledge, and was just waiting for my exams. And now, only two days later, I was willing to give up. I've never liked Wednesdays.

I'd suggested we go out to study, because inside I had a bed, and could just fall onto it and give up on everything. But nope, I felt as if I could fall asleep on the very wooden bench I was sitting on right then, right there. If it wasn't for the wind, I would probably be snoring already.

"This is your own fault, you know," Caitlyn mumbled, munching her donut. "You could have left something for August, or even September, but oh no, I am Lorena Cloe and I will get all of my exams done in one week. Why do you hate yourself?"

"I don't hate myself," I muttered tiredly, with a frown. "I love myself. That's why I don't want to torture myself in the middle of the summer."

"Oh, like your best friend?" She said, fake offended, and I nodded. "Exactly. And while you're studying for Renaissance Literature in August, I will be waving my B- test in your face," I said, doing a small dance in a sitting position.

"Why are you so sure you'll get a B-? Neither of us had gotten a grade above C the entire year," Cait said, making me feel even more miserable that a second ago.

"Because I've been studying for this shit since May, there is no way I'll be getting anything below a C now," I stated determinedly. So far I think I'd done all of the tests well, there were four more left, and I couldn't wait for next week; the last week of school, where we had no classes, but were getting our final results. My favourite week of school!

"Yes, but think about how well you'd do if you studied some more, and took the test with me in August." Caitlyn grinned at me, for the umpteenth time trying to talk me into taking my RL exam in a month, with her.

I quickly shook my head. "Nope. I'm taking it on Friday. And I will be waving that B- in your face." I nodded firmly, determined to make that happen.

Caitlyn glared at me, and laughed dryly. "Whatever. At least I'm not killing myself with energy drinks," She said and stood up to throw something in the bin. I peeked at the two cans of Burn I'd had since 10 in the morning. Which was three hours ago.

"Hey, you know wha-" My best friend started, but I cut her off.

"Look, I'm really trying to study here, so, I don't know, go hang out with Faith or something," I almost muttered the last part.

"Well, as a matter of a fact, I will. She is taking Renaissance Literature in August with me, unlike you. Why is Faith not my best friend? That's it, as off now, Faith is my best friend." Caitlyn slammed her hand against the table, making me want to slam her head against it. Multiple times.