Stanford doesn’t take second best, Nicole thinks to herself, tapping her pen incessantly against her thigh as she attempts to make out her smudged notes about muscles.
“Are you ready for the test tomorrow?” a voice says above Nicole. She looks up as Stan, fellow classmate and old family friend, grins and flops down next to her on the grass. Nicole groans in annoyance and lays back, covering her face with her anatomy textbook. “I’m not looking forward to it,” she tells him, voice slightly muffled. “Yeah, I spent all day today studying.” Stan pauses and glances around before lowering his voice and whispering, “I even skipped psychology because I was in the study room!” “You rebel,” Nicole mumbles, half-listening. She’s too busy imagining the moment when her Thanks, but no thanks letter from Stanford arrives in the mail and the disappointment that’s bound to be on her parent’s faces. “Hey, guys, what’s up?” Layla greets, skipping to a stop in front of her friends and glancing questioningly at Nicole. “Dreading the test tomorrow,” Stan tells Layla. She nods in understanding and tells her friends about the study session that the teacher had held. “The questions weren’t too bad,” she assures them. “What were they?” Stan asks. “Well, there was one that was about faces―” Layla says. “Multiple faces?” Nicole bolts up, her face full of horror. “Yeah, four, I think? Different expressions and all that. And then there was another one about muscles in the arms,” Layla continues. “I can never remember all the muscles!” Nicole complains. “I’m going to fail! Goodbye, Stanford!” “Hey, it’ll be okay,” Stan says, patting Nicole’s knee. “One mediocre test isn’t going to bother Stanford.” Nicole responds by throwing her book at him. Leave a Reply. |
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