Henry knows Amber doesn't want to get caught which is why he can't understand why she keeps throwing paper balls at the back of his head. They're in the middle of their AP Biology final and their teacher is right in front of the class, three paces to the left from where Henry sits. There's no way Amber doesn't know that.
"What," Henry whispers when his teacher goes to yell at someone on the other side of the room.
Amber leans over her desk, her forehead hitting the back of Henry's head. Her breath is warm on the back of Henry's neck, but he's too busy glancing over at the teacher to notice. The teacher is still on the other side of the room though and the kid she's yelling at is just sitting there getting progressively redder. Henry kind of feels bad for him.
"Dude," Amber whisper yells at him. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah," Henry says.
He can almost see Amber rolling her eyes at him.
"I said, what's the answer to number ten."
Henry brings his head back up and stares at his test paper. He's on question fifty and on his last pencil. The first one dulled down because he pressed too hard, bubbled in like his life depended on it. Henry thinks it's all the Asian blood that makes him so anxious. Amber says Henry's not even really Asian because he was born in Canada and that makes him Canadian. They've decided to agree to disagree, although Amber says she's right.
The second pencil Henry had broke when Amber hit him with the first paper ball. He's a guy, a man, a dude, he's tough--he should most definitely not be scared of a paper ball. He blames her for his lack of finesse. She just makes him clumsy, whether intentional or not Henry has yet to decide.
"Hurry," Amber says.
Henry glances over at their teacher. She's done yelling and has started pacing the room. She's working her way down the first row, glaring at test papers and just being, in general, her usual pleasant self.
"I hope she trips," Amber whispers.
Henry agrees.
He turns to his paper and looks up number ten. The answer's A. Henry taps his pencil against the desk once. He waits, gets nothing and decides it's safe to go back to his test.
"What was that," Amber whispers, poking him with her pencil.
Henry leans back. "A," he tells her. "Remember, one tap for A, two for B, three for C and four for D."
"Oh," Amber says. "Okay, what's the answer to number 12?"
Henry sighs and picks up his eraser. He takes off the paper wrapper and writes down the answers from one to sixty on it. His teacher has stopped at a desk two rows away. She's peering down at the new kid, Kris's paper. Henry sends the kid a sympathetic nod and throws his eraser over his shoulder at Amber. She catches it and if it hits her, she makes no complaint, because Amber is cool like that.
Henry starts flipping through his paper, glancing at the questions he think he got wrong. He's never once in his life reviewed his test and he does all right. That's probably Amber's fault. She calls him all the time to ask him over to study, bothers him until Henry reads all his assignments and then refuses to read her own. But, Amber's kind of smart too, must have some photographic memory or something because she's never gotten less than a 98 on her tests. It kind of makes Henry proud.
The eraser hits him on the back of his head, bounces off and the kid one row over has to hand it back to him. Henry nods his thanks and doesn't really understand how their teacher hasn't noticed that there's a paper ball, eraser battle on this side of the room.
He glances down at the eraser and notices that Amber's crossed out his answer for number ten and replaced it with "C." Further down, number 12 has been changed from "C" to "A."
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Henry knows Amber doesn't want to get caught which is why he can't understand why she keeps throwing paper balls at the back of his head. They're in the middle of their AP Biology final and their teacher is right in front of the class, three paces to the left from where Henry sits. There's no way Amber doesn't know that.
"What," Henry whispers when his teacher goes to yell at someone on the other side of the room.
Amber leans over her desk, her forehead hitting the back of Henry's head. Her breath is warm on the back of Henry's neck, but he's too busy glancing over at the teacher to notice. The teacher is still on the other side of the room though and the kid she's yelling at is just sitting there getting progressively redder. Henry kind of feels bad for him.
"Dude," Amber whisper yells at him. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah," Henry says.
He can almost see Amber rolling her eyes at him.
"I said, what's the answer to number ten."
Henry brings his head back up and stares at his test paper. He's on question fifty and on his last pencil. The first one dulled down because he pressed too hard, bubbled in like his life depended on it. Henry thinks it's all the Asian blood that makes him so anxious. Amber says Henry's not even really Asian because he was born in Canada and that makes him Canadian. They've decided to agree to disagree, although Amber says she's right.
The second pencil Henry had broke when Amber hit him with the first paper ball. He's a guy, a man, a dude, he's tough--he should most definitely not be scared of a paper ball. He blames her for his lack of finesse. She just makes him clumsy, whether intentional or not Henry has yet to decide.
"Hurry," Amber says.
Henry glances over at their teacher. She's done yelling and has started pacing the room. She's working her way down the first row, glaring at test papers and just being, in general, her usual pleasant self.
"I hope she trips," Amber whispers.
Henry agrees.
He turns to his paper and looks up number ten. The answer's A. Henry taps his pencil against the desk once. He waits, gets nothing and decides it's safe to go back to his test.
"What was that," Amber whispers, poking him with her pencil.
Henry leans back. "A," he tells her. "Remember, one tap for A, two for B, three for C and four for D."
"Oh," Amber says. "Okay, what's the answer to number 12?"
Henry sighs and picks up his eraser. He takes off the paper wrapper and writes down the answers from one to sixty on it. His teacher has stopped at a desk two rows away. She's peering down at the new kid, Kris's paper. Henry sends the kid a sympathetic nod and throws his eraser over his shoulder at Amber. She catches it and if it hits her, she makes no complaint, because Amber is cool like that.
Henry starts flipping through his paper, glancing at the questions he think he got wrong. He's never once in his life reviewed his test and he does all right. That's probably Amber's fault. She calls him all the time to ask him over to study, bothers him until Henry reads all his assignments and then refuses to read her own. But, Amber's kind of smart too, must have some photographic memory or something because she's never gotten less than a 98 on her tests. It kind of makes Henry proud.
The eraser hits him on the back of his head, bounces off and the kid one row over has to hand it back to him. Henry nods his thanks and doesn't really understand how their teacher hasn't noticed that there's a paper ball, eraser battle on this side of the room.
He glances down at the eraser and notices that Amber's crossed out his answer for number ten and replaced it with "C." Further down, number 12 has been changed from "C" to "A."
"Your welcome,": Amber calls from behind.