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Chapter 13

i just want calumcuddler and ketchup99 to read this story is that too much to ask

(yes, yes it is too much to ask, because they're fab and i'm really, really lame aha)

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I let out a sigh, throwing my head back so that it resting on the back of my chair. I brought my head back to its original position, running my hands through my hair. I sighed again, wiping my sweaty hands on my skinny jeans.

"Math was so much easier before letters were in it," I said to myself. "Algebra was already full of shit with the quadratic formula. Now calculus is only letters..."

I let my head hit the desk in front of me. I gasped at the sound of my head being hit against the desk—it was pretty loud, and I couldn't afford to wake anyone up at 2 am. I closed my textbook, put it and my notebook away so I didn't look suspicious, turned my lamp light off, and quickly jumped into bed. The only thing I could imagine if Liz or my dad walked into my room was either of them going, "Lucas, why the hell are you studying at two in the damn morning?!" If that does happen, and if they do ask that, I'm studying because I can't afford to be any more of a failure. I was glad it was only studying, too. Two AM is usually my time to cry, but after my talk with Calum, crying at two in the morning wasn't a part of my schedule anymore.

After a few minutes, I heard no noises. I threw the blanket off of my body, got out of bed, and slowly opened my bedroom door. My head squeezed through the door, and there were no lights on. There was no sign of either of my parents coming to check on me.

I closed my door and locked it, heading back to the position I was in a mere five minutes ago. This better pay off in my quiz tomorrow, otherwise I'm going to flip shit.

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"Okay, guys," Mrs. Armstrong announced to the class, "this is the last quiz of the semester!"

The class cheered. I stayed quiet as I always do. I couldn't help but turn my head towards Rylee, who just so happened to sit next to me. She was cheering as well. Rylee was whooping and clapping her hands, and it caused me to smile. Under her influence, I let out a little "Yay!"

Mrs. Armstrong passed out the quizzes, and I bit my lip as I got my copy. I would be lying if I said I didn't struggle at all, or if I said it was a breeze. I did get stuck on a couple of questions, no matter how hard I studied the night and morning before. Finishing after almost everyone else, I slowly got up from my chair, trying my best not to make noise. I couldn't make noise; that would make me the center of attention, and I couldn't afford that. I pulled down the sleeve of my Fall Out Boy sweatshirt (which, really, was the only sweatshirt I ever wore) over my right hand as I held my quiz in my left. I quietly put my desk on top of the others, flipping it over so no one could see my answers. I quickly pulled down the sleeve over my other hand, and my brought my hands to cover my mouth out of habit. I quickly dashed to my desk, putting my head down and hoping no one noticed me.

I averted my view towards Rylee, and she was doing her homework. I don't like to do my homework in class. Sometimes, if I have nothing better to do, I would do it. I like to do my homework at one AM—it saves me from...other stuff.

Looking at Rylee, I suddenly remembered I would lend her Paper Towns. I dug through my backpack, looking through the numerous amounts of books I read, and I finally pulled out the book with the giant pushpin on the cover. Silently, I put the book on the corner of the desk, and I quickly turned and started to read To Kill a Mockingbird.

"Thanks, Lucas," Rylee whispered.

"You're welcome, Kylee," I said with a small smile.

She glared at me, but she couldn't help but giggle slightly. "I really hope you don't start mistaking me for my sister, Luke."