AXEL
“Mr Miller is definitely giving us detention,” Lucas murmurs as we arrive late for school that morning. We turn a corner in the hallway and hasten our steps.
“A pop quiz, then detention,” I elucidate. “Today might just be—”
“Oh, shit.” Lucas cuts me off, halting in his tracks. He turns to me, his eyes wide. “The pop quiz. It's today, Ax.”
“Don't tell me you didn't study?”
He looks at me like I've grown a second nose. “Dude, it's AP calculus. Who the hell studies for AP calculus?”
I exhale, slinging an arm over his shoulder as we continue our walk to class. To his credit, Luke’s kinda right. Arithmetic sucks. It's been my academic bane for as long as I can remember. Which is why I had to get tutored a week ago by—
“But Hayley taught you stuff last week, right?” Lucas asks, se
