Limerence (Fated Fixation, #1)

by H.C. Dolores

“And less than stellar geometry grades,” adds one of the math teachers, her gaze shrewd. “As a senior, I’m surprised you’re even still taking that course. Have you completed any extra-credit to bring those scores up?” “I’ve done some of it,” I retort, “And I know they’re not…ideal. But it’s barely the start of October and I’ve just been caught up with –” “Extra-curriculars, hopefully?” Adds another teacher. “Are you in Debate club? Mathletes? DECA?” A warm flush creeps up my neck. “Well, not those, but I’ve taken three years of advanced art classes here. I didn’t have time for it in my schedule this year, but if you’d let me show you –” I go to switch to the next slide, photos of my burgeoning art portfolio, when Dean Robins holds a hand up. “That’s alright, Ms. Davis. As much as we encourage the arts, our priority for students will always be the core subjects. If you’re struggling there, that’s where we’d like your focus.” I fidget with the peeling wood of the podium. “No, of course, sir.” And this is why I need Mickey.

oh, my girl is STRESSED 😭