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"As I've said before, the exam will consists of two parts: a multiple choice section and the essay writing portion. Class, we've been focusing in on this exam since the school year started and I only have high hopes for all of you. The exam will take a total of three hours and I wish you all the best of luck."

*bell ringing*

"And don't forget! You all still have two weeks left of school! Just because the AP exam is finally here doesn't mean school is over!"

I lazily get out of my seat and throw my bag on top of the desk. I rub my eyes in attempt to wipe the drowsiness off my face. I swear if Mr. Matthews talks about the AP literature exam one more time I'll lose it.

My name is Savannah Ricci. I'm a senior at Baylor High and I only have two more weeks of high school left. Honestly, I've been waiting for the end for a long time. Not that I haven't had a great high school career, but I'm ready to move on. I was accepted into my number one university, Vanderbilt, and I'll be starting in the fall on a pre-med track with a major in chemistry.

Baylor High has given me many opportunities. I was the soccer captain this past fall and the indoor and outdoor track captain. I usually do sprinting events like the 100m dash and the 200m dash, but this year I qualified for states in the open 400m. Along with athletics, I'm ranked among the top ten in my class academically. With everything that I'm involved in some expect that I have a ton of friends, but it's just an assumption.

My best friend, Nicole, is basically my only true friend. Although I'm acquainted with other people, they're not really the type of people I'd hang out with. Nicole is so down to earth and we've been stuck like glue since freshman year. Initially I thought she'd get fed up with me because I hardly ever have time to hang out, but as it turns out, Nicole is very much involved in gymnastics so she travels around a lot for competitions on the weekends. We make our friendship work.

As for social media, I try to stay off it. I have a Facebook, but that's about it. I just hate how everyone is so consumed with how many followers they have and how many likes they can get in a minute. It's pointless to me and can lead to some serious trouble for some people. Plus, if people wanted to get to know me, I'd rather they approach me in person rather than "sliding into my DMs."

Which brings me to the topic of oh so wonderful, boys. When it comes to romance, I'm pathetic. It's the one subject that I don't excel in. I don't know what it is, but as soon as they come into my radius, I revert into some shy little girl. Wimpy, I know. But in my defense, I haven't really met anyone who's caught my eye. If it were up to me, the guy of my dreams would walk through the door right now and ask me out to get something to eat, or to a movie or something. He'd ask me on this traditional date, and then drop me back off at my house like a gentleman. We'd walk to my front door and as if the stars lined up to spell out "KISS HER," he'd give me my first kiss. And that's it.

I know that will probably never happen, and boys aren't like that nowadays, but a girl can dream right?

I was rearranging my locker and taking out my study materials for the exam tomorrow when Nicole approached me. She was carrying her usual 1500 bags and looked like she was struggling a bit.

"Sav! I'm so glad I caught you, how are you studying tonight?"

"I think I'm just gonna review all the handouts Matthews gave us. I have track practice and there's not much else I can do to prepare."

"Alright sounds good! I have gym tonight too, so I won't study too much."

"I love how you call it 'gym,'" I chuckled at her little nickname for when she has gymnastics practice.

"Hey, that's what it's always been to me," she said shrugging her shoulders. "Well I better get going, see you bright and early tomorrow!"

"Bye Nicole!" I yelled down the hallway as she scurried away.

I finished up at my locker and headed over toward the girls locker room.

I grabbed my bag full of track clothes and changed into some black Nike pros and a pink tank top that matched my pink Nike lunar glide 8s. If you couldn't tell, I'm a little obsessed with Nike apparel. Even my sports bra was a black Nike trainer.

As I stepped outside to our schools track, the warm spring air hit me and surrounded my body, just hinting towards summer. I couldn't wait. I had convinced my parents to let Nicole and I travel around Europe for a whole month. I planned on meeting my prince charming and finally getting swept off my feet.

While I was day dreaming and walking towards the in-field, I didn't even realize that there was herd of boys charging right at me. I quickly picked up my pace as they all started yelling "track!"

"Sorry!" I threw my hands up in defeat and kept walking towards my team. As much as I love running, I can't wait for everything to be over and summer to start.

When practice ended, I headed over towards the senior parking lot to my car. As I was walking, I heard someone yelling in the distance, "Road kill! Road kill!" I didn't think anything of it and kept walking until I heard the same voice yell, "Savannah!" I quickly turned around and saw a boy sprinting towards me as he was trying to zip up his bag. It was honestly quite the sight. He had blonde hair and from what I could tell either hazel or green eyes. He was too buff to be a track runner, but he could be a thrower. He was getting closer and I was able to identify him. His name was Dawson Perry. He was panting by the time he got to me and I was mildly confused. Dawson was a transfer at the beginning of the year. Our school recruited him for football and now, next fall, he'll be playing football at Fordham in New York.

"Thanks for waiting up, I was worried I'd miss you."

"No problem, what's up?" First off, I was confused as to why he was out on the track. Secondly, why was he talking to me?

"What's up with me? What's up with you road kill?!" He laughed, flashing his perfectly white teeth, " Were you trying to be trampled earlier, or..."

"Oh!" I giggled a little bit and watched as he grinned at me. My cheeks flushed and I started to get a little nervous talking to him.

"So?" I got so caught up in analyzing his face that I had forgotten to respond to his question.

"Uh, sorry. I guess I just stopped paying attention," I said nervously.

"Just like now huh?"

I guess he noticed that I was staring at him, "I guess so," I let out a nervous laugh. It was quiet for a few seconds and I couldn't stand the awkwardness of the situation so I began to walk away.

"Well wait! Where are you off to?" Dawson took a few steps to catch up with me and started walking with me.

"Just home. I have to um, study for the AP test tomorrow."

"Pretty and smart? How come we haven't talked before?"

At the mention of my looks, I realized that he was probably just trying to get me to go out with him. But from what I've heard, he isn't the prince charming I've been waiting for.

"I guess I just like to keep to myself," I switched my demeanor and started to pick up my pace to get to my car.

"You drive a BMW?"

"Yea it's my dad's old car."

"And what's he drive now? Let me guess, an Audi?" He said with a scoff.

I was really getting tired of this guy so I decided to end the conversation, "Better, a Corvette. Now if you wouldn't mind, I'm trying to conserve my energy and all this talking is making me real tired. Bye now!" I opened my car door, got in, started the car, and drove off. In my rearview mirror I could see Dawson still standing in the lot with a stupid grin on his face.

Great, two weeks left and I'm the target of a football player.