Luke: "Okay, what is the final step of cellular respiration?" Luke quizzes you, holding your Biology study guide packet close to his face.
"Um, KREB'S cycle?" You answer, sighing as he shakes his head at you.
"Nope, electron transport chain." He sets the paper down, looking at you disappointedly, "have you even studied for this Y/n? You barely answered any of the questions correctly!'
"No," you whine, laying your head on the table. "I'm fucked, just say it Luke."
"Alright, you're fucked."
Michael: "Grabar?" Michael asks, holding out one of your Spanish flashcards towards you.
"To record?" You answer unsure, smiling wide as Michael nods.
"Sí, how about this one then? Tene? Coopa?" He asks you, studying the card as you blink, confused.
"What?"
"Tene coopa?" Michael tells you again, watching as you shake your head at him.
"You have to be saying that wrong," you snatch the card from his hand, sighing. "It's pronounced: tener culpa, Michael."
"Do you want me to help you study?" Michael snaps, tilting his head at you.
"Yes!'
"Then shut up and tell me what the hell tene coopa means."
Calum: "Y/n, y/n," Calum whispers from across the room, watching as you write feverishly on your study guide,"psst y/n?"
"What?" You snap, looking up at Calum as he smiles.
"Hi."
"Fuck yourself." You growl, ignoring him and looking back down at your packet. It wasn't even ten minutes passed though that Calum now stood right next to you, whispering again your name over and over until; again, you snapped.
"I swear to fucking Obama, if I ask " what " and you answer with hi again I will snap your bitch ass neck!"
"Whoa," Calum steps back, hands up, "can a guy not want tell his girlfriend she looks nice today, gosh."
"No, he can't."
Ashton: "Alright, I'm prepared to help!" Ashton shouts loudly, deciding (after being bored watching you) to help with your World History study guide.
"You sure babe?" You ask him, "you don't have too."
"But I want too Y/n," He tells you, "plus I'm an expert at this shit! I'm like; a full out Historian, it's crazy."
"Yeah, okay, Mr. " Historian". Where did you study at?" You snort.
"Google.com, duh."
*
Finals started today, ew.
I don't like tests.
Or school.
Skylar xx
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