Whether he could take the exam tomorrow was one thing—but I absolutely could not leave my admission slip with him.
Seeing that he had no intention of returning it, I lunged forward, grabbing hold of the admission slip still in his hand.
My voice turned colder than it had ever been. "Blake. Give it back."
His friends burst out laughing. "Ooh, look, the top student is mad! Blake, you guessed right—she's totally going to run home and tattle on you. You can't give it back!"
Blake's grip—which had wavered for just a moment—tightened again under their jeers.
Panic boiled inside me. My voice trembled with desperation. "Blake, don't do this. You know how important this exam is to me..."
Seeing the tears collecting in my eyes, his grip loosened a little.
The admission slip was just about to return to my fingers when—
"Blake! Think of your date with Annika! Don't let her surprise get ruined!"
His friends' voices crashed over us.
Blake's expression changed instantly. He yanked his arm back with sudden force.
"—Riiiiip!"
My admission slip tore cleanly in half.
The boys who had been hyping him up moments before all paled.