The Valedictorian's Cheat Sheet
Language: en
During finals, a hot guy sat there with his chin in his hand, just staring at me. Not only did he smile at me, but he also let me copy his answers. The result? My class rank dropped by one. From third to last, to second to last. I swore eternal enmity against Dylan Thorne from that day on. Until later. He got early acceptance to MIT. And held me in his arms while I did practice problems. Every time I got a question wrong, he would...