Mated to the Rogue *DISCONTINUED*

E I G H T

To put it shortly, the next morning was horrible. First, I could hardly open my eyes because of how puffy they were, next, I fell off my bed trying to turn the damn alarm off, and then after that, I started to freak out because I forgot to review my terms before sleeping so I have to do them while shoveling breakfast into my mouth to avoid a tardy.

Now, it's lunch time, and I'm sitting in the rickety wooden desks that desperately need to be replaced which are located in the science room. I'm pretty sure these things are as old as I am.

The classroom was silent, and I could hear my pencil scraping against the paper and the steady tic, tic, tic of the clock that was mounted on the wall above Mr. Ford's desk.

I was about halfway done with the test, and it looked like my progress would come to a standstill pretty soon. The test was organized so the questions went from easiest to hardest, and I was starting to pause between question and tap the eraser of my pencil rapidly against the desk in a vain attempt to remember my notes.

All of a sudden I had a lightbulb moment and started scribbling away at the paper, trying to get all my thoughts down at once in fear that they would disappear. Because of this, my handwriting ended up looking almost cursive, but really I was going too fast to waste time lifting the lead from the paper, so the supposed space in between the letters had a slash through it.

The last question was a toughie, and I'm using that term loosely. What I meant is I had no freaking clue what the answer was, so I wrote the most random thing every and attempted to tie it in with the question. My thoughts had been too distracted by a certain someone who totally flipped out when I asked for his name to concentrate on Mr. Ford's own personalized torture chamber, i.e., the test of doom.

I reviewed all my answers and pushed my chair back, hesitantly standing up. I grabbed my backpack and swung it over my shoulder, grasping my pencil tightly in my hand. I sent one last prayer to the goddess of tests and deposited the piece of paper that could make or break my GPA on a smug looking science teacher's desk. He knew that test was hard, and he was just pushing my buttons.

I decided to leave before I said something I would regret. I didn't know how to keep my mouth shut yesterday and look at where it got me.

I let loose a sigh filled with sadness and also anger. I just asked his name, was it so wrong? Deciding this topic was only serving to frustrate me I pushed the thoughts of the mate with no name out of my head and trekked to the cafeteria to get something to settle my grumbling stomach.

~*~

After school, I drove myself and Claire to my house to "do homework". At least, that's what we told her mom. We would probably spend most of the time fooling around, but what are best friends for if not to distract you from important things?

I was sprawled out on my bed, lying on my stomach and Claire sat in my swiveling office chair, staring at the ceiling.

We were debating the best sweet things to eat. She argued S'mores but I was Team Oreos all the way.

"S'mores have marshmallows AND chocolate. Fluffy goodness and the whole reason for existing!" Claire exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you can't top Oreos and milk. Plus, gram crackers are weird." I was adamant about my cause to recruit a new member to the squad.