Even taking a detour to class, I still beat Scott there. Stiles and I sit in the back of the test room and watch as Scott walks in. He stops in front of Allison's desk.
"Allison," he starts.
"Mr. McCall," Harris interrupts. He inserts himself into Scott's line of vision. "Please take a seat."
Scott looks defeated as he retreats to the back of the room. He sits in the desk in front of Stiles. Before I can say anything, Harris starts talking.
"You have 45 minutes to complete the test," he announces. He grabs a stack of papers. "Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book."
Stiles shuffles and I look over to find him scribbling his name down furiously.
"However," Harris continues. "as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with."
He holds his stopwatch above his head and presses start. I can hear it beep even in the back of the room.
"Begin."
I lower my head and begin going through the test. I point my newly sharpened pencil at each of the words as I read them carefully. After going through the first question, I look up. I don't know any of this. I'm pretty sure we were never taught this, actually. As I scan the room, I realize some people are filling in the answers. How do they know this? Are they in a different class than me? I duck my head again and reread the question. Maybe I just read it wrong?
"Mr. McCall!" calls Harris, causing me to jerk my head back up again. I see Scott's back in the doorway for half a second as he runs out of the room.
"Wha-" I start. I stop when Stiles runs past me.
Should I follow them? I shift indecisively in my seat, weighing my choices. Allison and I exchange a glance and I sink into my seat. I'm staying. I can't afford another zero on a test. Scott and Stiles will just have to do this themselves.
If only the rest of my brain could agree with my rationale. It runs through all of the 'what if's and next-to-impossible scenarios while I stare at the chalkboard. Scott wasn't shifting when he ran out. I could tell by his posture. It's probably just regular old high school nerves.
I sigh and adjust in the uncomfortable chair. I just need to focus on the test. They will be fine. I look back down at the packet and realize that it's flipped over. Weird.
I flip it back to the front and find all of the answers filled it. I furrow my eyebrows and look around the room. Did someone take my test for me? I set down my pencil and realize that the sharp point from minutes before is now dull. I examine my hand and find that the side of it is covered in pencil smudges.
I filled in all of those answers. My heart thuds wildly as I begin to read the questions. The few that I knew the answers to were right. Are all of the answers right?
"Holy shit," I murmur to myself. Is this a new extension of my psychic abilities?
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
