okie readers, this time...
I stared at the stack of notes in front of me, all of them scribbled in my messy handwriting, wondering how anyone could survive an exam that looked like it was designed to make students cry. My crush? Totally oblivious, probably scrolling his phone or talking to my friend and his sister, like the world wasn't about to end for me in less than 48 hours.
Great. Just great.
I shoved my pencil into my hair and groaned. "Focus," I whispered. But every time I glanced out the window, my mind betrayed me. There he was—leaning casually against the lockers, his hair messy in that "I didn't even try" kind of way that somehow made my heart do gymnastics.
I tried to breathe. I really did. But then my friend tapped my shoulder.
"Stop staring. You're gonna fail if you don't study," she whispered, eyes darting like she could see him too.
And just like that, my world split into two: the one with exams I have to survive and the one where I'm pretty sure my crush exists just to make my heart skip a beat.
I took a deep breath, opened my book, and… instantly forgot everything I'd studied the night before.
Because, of course, the universe had decided that now was the perfect time for my heart to betray me.
And maybe, just maybe, he glanced up and caught my distracted, panicked stare…
"Uh-oh," I muttered under my breath. "This is gonna be a long exam week."