Chapter 5: Approaching SAT [1]
I woke up the next day feeling super refreshed, but my mood took a nosedive as soon as I glanced at my alarm clock.
"Fuck! What the heck's been up with me lately?"
"Quiet! I'm trying to zone in here," Lucas grumbled, his eyes glued to his pad. He was always parked in front of it, only pausing once a day to grab a bite—a total workaholic.
Though I didn't have a spare moment to dwell on someone else's life. It was 9:40 a.m., and I had my final math class at 10!
I didn't even bother with brushing my teeth. I just grabbed whatever clothes were within arm's reach, left my backpack behind, and ran out of there.
I damn near tripped on one of those janky-ass steps in the falling-apart staircase, but I somehow kept my balance and made it downstairs. I started booking it like there was no tomorrow.
I didn't realize it yesterday, but it felt like my stamina had kicked up a notch or two.
It wasn't all that peachy, though. I rolled up to the school gates panting like I had just run a marathon, and I was already more than 5 minutes late!
I burst into the classroom, and all eyes, including the teacher's, Mr. Johnson's, were locked on me. He raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Well, well, well, look who's decided to grace us with their presence. Sullivan, did you get your beauty sleep?"
"Apologies, Mr. Johnson," I gasped. "I overslept, and I hightailed it here as fast as I could." I panted out, completely wiped out.
"It just so happens that we've been wrestling with this geometry problem that might rear its head on the SAT. Any chance you could lend a hand?" Mr. Johnson said it with a sly grin.