We Don't Have Time for This by Brianna Craft

Author:Brianna Craft [Craft, Brianna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Disney Hyperion
Published: 2024-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

RUNNER’S HIGH

Darius

“THAT’S TIME,” MS. PATTEN SAYS. WITH A JOLT OF ADRENALINE, I punctuate my last sentence. “Pencils down, please, and blue books in the basket. Pencils down, Levi. You’ve had forty minutes. On the AP exam, you won’t get more for an essay question.”

I close my blue book and stand up so I can toss it into the basket at the front of the room with the others. History is DONE. Only four more classes stand between me and winter break. I crammed for today practically all of last night, so during my one hour of sleep I dreamed that Confederate soldiers were made to write essays about Mary Shelley. It wasn’t the worst idea.

When the bell rings, I trudge off to Honors American Literature and what should be my last timed essay of the day. I manage to get my reflections down in another blue book before the time goes there, too—just barely, but I make it. Now only Spanish III, AP Calculus, and AP Biology. Then two glorious weeks of sleep.

I did better than I expected on the PSAT, but I’ve slipped off the top of the class leader board. There’s just too much going on. The list taunts me after I hand over my AP Calculus exam—early, of course—at the front of Mr. Davis’s room. I should get things back on track during spring trimester, when my Spanish class is replaced with Honors Chemistry. I try not to obsess about it and instead watch the slush fall outside the classroom window. Everyone’s been praying for it to turn to snow all day.

I’m barely conscious when the last bell rings in AP Biology. “Have a great holiday break!” Mr. Mendoza tells us as he circles the room, collecting exams.

Marina walks over to my lab bench, shaking her head. “That was terrible!”

“Really?” I ask. “I didn’t think it was bad.”

“Of course you didn’t. You always ace science.”

“Bet you did better than me on the Calculus exam,” I tell her. “And all the essays. I’m sure of that.”

She smiles. I shoulder my bag, and we walk toward the parking lot together with the rest of the herd. The halls are full of kids looking very happy. The AP crew looks like we’re minutes away from passing out. Although Collin somehow still finds it in him to stare longingly at Marina when he thinks no one’s looking.

“What are you doing tonight?” Marina asks me.

“I have big plans to do absolutely nothing.” I grin. “What about you?”

“Family dinner. Everyone’s coming over, meaning my aunt and uncle are coming over to check on Haruto.”

I take off my glasses so I can rub my face. “Did he get that job?”

“Yup, I hope he’s okay there. At least he’s officially living with us now that he’s working and going to rehab. I still feel bad for him. He’s not even allowed to borrow a car.”

“Oh, right.” I forgot about the DUI thing. “Does he need a bike? He can borrow one of mine.” I don’t think the Takahashis are that into cycling.

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