Calculus, I officially hate you.
That has got to be the most difficult test I've ever had. And judging by the looks of horror in the faces of most of my classmates, it would appear I'm not the only one who thinks so.
"Guys, all of your tests have been turned in, so you may leave the classroom. Thank you, I'll see you next class when I will be handing in your results. Have a nice day."– Professor Carter said before he started chatting with a few students, undoubtedly about how to get some extra credits and avoid failing the class."
"So, how was it?" – Avery, my best friend, came up to me, obviously unmoved by the test.
"Brutal. That's how it was. I am totally getting an F. I barely answered three questions." It may sound that I'm actually concerned about my results in this test, but actually, I like making a big thing out of nothing, just to avoid myself from getting bored.
"Is that right? Well, well, well, how the mighty have fallen…" I wouldn't call myself a "mighty one", I won't deny that I do very well and often find myself getting perfect results, but I do have my weak spots, and apparently, Calculus is one of them.
"Shut up, that test is going to come back and bite my average's ass." That is actually not a lie. But, well, whatchu gonna do 'bout it?
"Oh come on, how much damage can a simple F do to an immaculate straight-A student?" Ah… he 's right, but I will keep on the act.
"It can turn a straight-A student into a straight-B student."
"Whatever dude. All I'm saying is tha…" Avery hasn't got a chance to finish his sentence before the guys (Nate, Trent, Casey and Christian) interrupted him and started blabbering about how difficult the test was,"
"Just brutal."
"My parents are going to kill me."
"My mom's gonna freak."
"The only way I'm not failing this is if I give Mr. Carter a blowjob." – Christian states. Everybody knows he's not serious, he's not even gay, let along willing to exchange sexual favors for higher results. "But anyways, no point crying over it."
"You're right, what's done is done." Avery says as he gives me a look of "told ya so".
"Well, Will, Avery, we came over to ask you guys if you'd like to come with us and grab a cup a'coffee." Nate says. "And before you say anything, no, we do not mean grab a cup a'coffee on the school's cafeteria."
"Oh thank god, I was starting to think that you guys went nuts… I mean that coffee really, really sucks…" Avery, not at all wrong, says as everybody nods along. "But anyway, where were you thinking if not the cafeteria?"
"There's this place I went to yesterday with Hanna," Trent's green eyes always sparkle when he speaks about his girlfriend, or someone else speaks about her, or when he sees her, talks to her, stands next to… well, you get the picture. "Man, I'm telling you, never in my life have I tasted such good coffee, and the environment was so cool, enough effort put into it so that you feel welcome and comfortable, but not so much that it becomes hipster-attractive, also the attention they give you is unlike anything I've ever seen before, everybody is so cool and friendly, but it doesn't feel like they have lines to learn, it's just overall very, very cool."
"He's right about everything, but he failed to mention the fact that there's one girl behind the counter… Man, if she were any hotter the owner of the coffeehouse would of figured to have her heat up the water with which they make their coffee." Nate says, practically drooling.
"Is that right?" Avery says as he begins to grin at the thought of said girl. "Well then, let's go now. I would kill for cup a'coffee, and the sight of this girl you mention." As much as the whole thing sounds tempting, well, everything except the last part, not that there's something wrong with it, just that hot girls… are not really my thing, if you know what I mean. But, I have to get home and babysit my little brother and sisters. Maybe next time, though.
"OK, so Avery's in." Trent points at him, and begins to move his finger, so he's now point at me" "What about you Will, you game? Before you answer, I also caught a glimpse of this guy behind the counter, and I think you wouldn't regret going, I don't know why but I gotta feeling you'd like to see him." Now that sounds a little more up my alley, but either way, I still have to get home to my siblings. But, I take a mental note and decide that if I ever get a craving for coffee, I'll got check this coffeehouse out, but some other day.
"Oh… that's very thoughtful, but I'm actually late to babysit Johnny, Sydney and Allie." As soon as the words leave my mouth I know that I shouldn't have said it, because the "Mock Will for being a perpetual single babysitter-fest begins." "Guys, come on. I promise I'll check it out some other time, but I really have to get going, OK?" Now that the mockery is over, and everybody nods in answer, I start packing my stuff. After the typical bro-handshakes and goodbyes I make my way out of the classroom, ready to get home and see my lovely siblings.
But as I'm already by the door I remember that I don't even know the name of this famous coffeehouse, so I turn around and say rather loudly. "Trent, what is the name of the coffeehouse anyway?"
"Common Grounds."