This is my first fanfiction ever, so I don't know if it's good or not. Go easy on me please. This takes place later on, just before they would graduate from high school.

Four years of high school, and it all depended on one test. A math test, to be specific. I need three more credits to graduate. I'm doing well in two classes, but I've got a zero in PE. I guess I should have known how many credits I needed, but I stink at math. I guess that explains why I'm in this situation. Itonic, huh. Or is it ironic? I've never been a good speller, either.

As soon as I get home, I call Rocky and set up a study date. I take a shower and get dressed up. Why am I getting dressed up for a study date, you ask? Well, I don't want to look like a slob in front of my best friend. Just my best friend. Nothing more. Keep telling yourself that, Cece.

While I'm putting on makeup, I hear a knock on the door. Yay, she's here! I get up and open the door… and my jaw hits the floor. "Like what see?" she asks. "You look gorgeous!" I say.

And she did. A sparkly satin dress, only reaching mid-thigh, a pearl necklace, and a pair of (very large) diamond earrings added to her natural beauty, making her perhaps the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth. Not to mention how good her tits looked through the thin fabric.

"I've got nothing on you," she said, "Well, let's start studying."

After hours of problem after problem, I was still clueless. "Come on, Cece, try harder!" she said. "I can't, I just don't get this," I say, starting to cry and collapsing into her arms. "You should go home, you're just wasting your trying to help my stupid self." "You aren't stupid, and I won't leave you in your time of need."

Her helpfulness makes me love her even more. I can't control myself, I pull her in for a kiss. She is resistant at first, but she gives in and opens her mouth. Our tongues explore each other's mouths.

"Cece, I didn't know you liked me like that," she says. "I have since I met you. I tried to fight it, but you're impossible to not like," I say, "All this time, I thought you were straight. It killed me every time we hung out, because I knew I couldn't make a move unless I knew you liked me back." "What changed tonight?" she asked. "You've got on Chanel N°5, which costs about $30 an ounce. You don't spend that much on girls you don't like." "You're good. But we need to study if we want to graduate together," she says.

We study until 2 in the morning, then she goes home. I miss her already.

The next day, I go in and take the test. I get some numbers mixed up thanks to my fucking dyslexia, but I think I passed.

I'm a nervous wreck the next two days, then the next day, I'm called to my math teacher's room. "Cece, I've got some bad news. You failed the test by one question. I'm afraid you won't be graduating this year."

Sorry it went so slowly, it will get more interesting later on. This was a short chapter, it just seemed like a good place to stop.