Life After Life

•C h a p t e r N i n e•

The butterflies were wild in my stomach as I logged into my Student Centre on my phone. The professor had just finished grading the quiz we'd done a few days back and even though I studied, I felt like the questions absolutely annihilated me.

Liam sat one seat away from me while his friend, Sam sat next to me. It seemed that however I tried to avoid him, it would backfire.

Rip it off like a band-aid. I thought as I clicked onto the "grades" section of the page.

I let out a breath of relief — I passed with flying colours. Not my best work, but I passed at least.

"There are two students who managed to score above a C," the professor's voice echoed through the lecture hall. I grinned to myself, one of them was me. "Congratulations to them."

I glanced over when Liam slid his phone past Sam over to me. My eyebrows furrowed as I picked it up. It was Liam's student centre.

I rolled my eyes when I saw his grade for the test. It was the same letter grade as mine, but still above a C. My lips curled down in a frown as I slid his phone back to him.

Of course he was the other student who got above a C. Who else would it have been? I had really thought I'd beat him this time.

Liam smirked at me and I stuck my tongue out. Sam looked between us, raising an eyebrow.

"That will be all for today, see you all tomorrow," the professor called out from the front of the room. I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up, shoving my textbook and pen into my backpack.

"Let me guess... you failed the quiz?" Liam's cocky voice piped up from beside me. I met his eyes for a short moment before tearing them away, swallowing down the warmth that began to creep into my cheeks. I should not be feeling that way.

Sam walked off, giving me a slight nod of recognition before he left the room, his golden blonde hair disappearing within the crowd of students in our class.

"No, I got the same mark as you," I said with pride.

"Doubtful," Liam chuckled.

"Neither of us got an A, I think you've lost your touch," my lips curved into a smile.

"Oh, please," Liam scoffed. "It was a one off and I barely even studied. For you on the other hand..."

With that, the infuriating smirk was back on his face as he left the class, leaving my blood boiling. I had studied all night for this quiz and managed to get the same mark as someone who didn't study.

I shoved my laptop into my bag roughly and swung it over my shoulder. The class was already empty as I exited, shutting the door behind me.

It was noon and I didn't have another class for a couple of hours. I headed to the parking lot, deciding that lunch at home would be a better alternative than fast food at the food court. My mom would have my head if she knew how many burritos I ate this week.

I was blinded by the sun as I stepped out of the building, black spots appearing in my vision.

When my pupils adjusted to the light, I was perplexed to see a royal blue Jeep Wrangler moving awfully close to my motorcycle as it reversed from its spot. I gasped when the back of the Jeep finally smacked against it and my motorcycle fell over on its side from the impact.

My motorcycle was my pride and joy, and someone had just smashed into it. My legs moved without my brain's consent and I ran over towards the Jeep.

"Excuse me! You've hit my bike!" I called out, running to the driver's side of the Jeep. I reached the driver's window before stopping in my tracks, groaning. "You've got to me kidding me."