Exposed.

{5}

With tests still on the desk, the class got up and cheered. This evacuation would give them more time tomorrow to do the test. It would help those who didn't study, AKA me. I see Jonas from down the hall and he catches up to me.

"Where were you?" I ask him.

"How do you think you got out of the test?" He smirks at me, that cute little smirk.

I whisper in shock, "You pulled the goddamn fire alarm?! Are you crazy?"

He laughs, "Only for you." I turned my head but I could still feel his eyes staring me down.

The fire drill is over with 15 minutes to spare for taking the test.

Callahan begins with , "Class, I'll give you an extra 30 minutes tomorrow to finish your test because the drill took away our time. I suggest to those of you who have not studied, Rodger, to take time tonight and prepare. Continue."

I sit back in my seat and stare at the completely blank paper on my desk. Other than my name, I haven't written down anything. A pencil plops on my desk next to my arm. I look closely at it and theres a note on it. Opening it, I see tiny letters. And numbers. These are the answers for the multiple choice! But who gave it to...I look to my left and see a face. The only face that would be looking back at me. I mouth the words Thank you to Jonas. He nods and smiles. Only having the answers for the multiple choice, not bad for a 15 minute period. I'll be fine.

The bell rings telling everyone its time to get the hell out of this class and on to the next. I'm stopped by a grab to the arm. I hiss at the pain. My arm is still hurting from yesterday. Jonas sees that.

"Oh shit, sorry! You have a bruise there or something?" Jonas asks.

"Uh...yeah. I..uh...went down the stairs too fast and I tried to stop myself with my arm. It didn't work out," he laughs at my remark.

"So what are you gonna do about that test?" Before I know it, he's walking me out of class.

"I dont know. I'll probably just go over my notes."

"The notes you don't have?" I turned around to look at him.

"Yeah about that, could I.."

"Take it," he says as he hands me his notebook.

"Thanks. I owe you," I arrive at my next class and he stops me with some words.

"Don't worry about it. I'll see you around." I watch him walk to his next class which is not far from mine. For some reason, I couldn't wait until class was over.