Chapter 89: Exam

The proctor that day wasn't the teacher for Mario Walton's class, but a young woman-fresh-faced and striking. "Uh…" Freddie and Charlie sneaked a few glances at her, their eyes glued to her, and whispered, "She's got to be a senior, right?" She looked about twenty-one or twenty-two, dressed in a pale floral dress and white heeled sandals. Her hair was loosely pulled back with some volume, her makeup light-a real girl-next-door vibe. "I'm guessing she is," Mario said. Hearing the three whispering,...