This is the last week of school for me. But sadly, we have finals, which is very stressing. I forgot to study. Just totally forgot, because I was over at Misha's. And now I'm completely screwed.
I'm sitting at my desk, struggling on my biology exam. I feel like crying, and just really hope I don't fail this. I pass through the questions, remembering some of the chapters from my textbook. About two unbelievably long hours later, the bell rings, meaning we're out of time. I just finish and bring my test up, doubting I did any good. We continue through the school day, but with shortened classes.
When the bell rings, Angie and Sophia meet me at my locker. We walk to the buses together, and find our seat. "I should have studied for finals." I sigh, feeling angry at myself. "It's ok. I studied and I feel like I did horribly." Angie replies reassuringly.
I get off the bus about ten minutes later, walk to my house, and go straight to my room to study. "Grace! How were your tests?" my dad asks, watching TV. "Oh, they were alright." I answer. "That's good." he replies, continuing his movie. I dump everything out of my school bag, and pull out all my algebra textbooks out, since we are taking the math section of the quizzes tomorrow. Four hours later I finish studying, and it's 7:00. I still have a three thousand word essay due in three days for my writing class, and I still have at least two thousand words left. And I have more homework, and have to update my fanfic. I start with my essay, able to write almost a thousand more words. I update a chapter on my Destiel fanfiction, and reply to some comments. I hear a knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in." I yell, barely looking up from my laptop. Misha walks in holding something behind his back. "Sorry, I know it's like ten, just wanted to stop by and see you for a little bit. "It's fine!"I reply, standing up. He gives me a hug and he holds on to me for a while. "Look what I got!" he says, showing me some kind of Starbucks drink. "Aw thanks!" I reply, smiling. Misha takes a seat on my bed and lays down, resting his head on my one huge pillow. I scoot over next to him, bringing my laptop over. When I open up the screen, it's my Destiel fanfiction, and he asks "What's that?"
"Uh, nothing." I answer, shutting the screen. "Come on, let me see!" Misha says, tickling me until I let go of the laptop. He takes it and opens the screen, reading the title of my story. "Ooh you wrote a book!" Misha squeals, sounding like a little kid. "Yeah, more like a fanfiction." I say, kinda embarrassed. "A Destiel one." Misha states, grinning. "Yep." I reply. "Read it to me." he says. "What?" I ask. "I just wanna hear some of it." he replies. "It's not that good, but whatever." I say, starting from the beginning.
"Angels aren't real." Dean says through gritted teeth. "Well apparently they are, Dean. All this lure, it has to be an angel." Sam replies, trying desperately to convince Dean to summon the angel that rescued him from hell. "Fine. But it's not going to work." Dean states pouting. "We're gonna need Bobby for this." Sam says, already dialing their good friend's number.
I take a few seconds to sit up more. "I don't feel like reading any more right now. But tomorrow after school I promise I'll read more." I say, shutting down my laptop. "That'd be great! And it's amazing so far." Misha replies, smiling. I quickly check the time, surprised it's almost 11. "I'll head out now." he states. We sit up and I pull him into a hug. He kisses me and gets up to leave. "Bye Grace. Love you." he says. "Love you too." I reply. Misha pops his head around my door frame and yells, "I love you more." before running down the stairs as fast as he can. I laugh uncontrollably. He's such a dork.