Well...This Is New - 58

That night, I did not sleep.
All I could see was his face, his pained eyes, the hurt in those irises.
The next day, I had to take the SAT, and I knew that Paul was there as well. We had both registered to take it on the same day at the same place.
Before testing began, every student was out in a crowd at the front of the high school, and I stood there with a couple of friends, hiding my worry behind my bouts of laughter.
Nonchalantly, I'd crane my neck over the crowd to look for Paul. If I could just see him, just hug him, tell him I'm sorry, I could get through the SATs.
But I couldn't see him.
Soon, it was time to go to our assigned rooms for testing to begin.
I saw a guy from his homeroom (assigned alphabetically) go into the classroom right next to me, and I wondered of Paul would be with him.
The supervisor glared at us as we sat down at our assigned seats.
"Let's begin," her shrill voice cut the air, and I closed my eyes.
This was going to be a long 5 hours.

We were allotted five minute breaks between each two of the ten sections, and the second break was rolling around. Everyone in the classroom left to stretch their legs, but I kept at my seat, not needing to do anything.
I looked out the doorway, watching people walk by.
A glimpse of a tall boy with brown hair in one of Paul's hoodies flashed by, and my breath caught in my throat.
He was there.
Tears stung my eyes and I looked away, staring down at my test booklet and trying to hold myself together. A million questions ran through my head. Is he okay? Does he want to see me? Will he even look at me?
Then, it was time to go back to testing. Each five minute break, I'd look out, and watch to see if he was there. But I didn't see him.
And soon, soon, we all sat. Watching our supervisor file through papers. My heart raced, my stomach turned. I was going to see him. I had to see him.
She looked up, smirking. "Have a nice weekend."
Everyone shuffled out the door. I rushed to the classroom next to mine, and peered in. The inhabitants all looked at me, but I didn't care. I couldn't see Paul, but I knew he was in there.
I waited, my heart thundering.
Then, I heard a woman say, "Thank you very much, and have a nice day."
I braced myself, feeling my lips tremble. One by one, the students came out.
I inhaled sharply.
There he was.
He saw me, and his face lit up, a confused smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" He asked gently.
"I...I was in the room next to you," I said, staring up at him, feeling my heart fill with warmth.
He kept smiling.
"H-how were the SATs?" I asked awkwardly.
"They were alright," he shrugged. "How about you?"
"The math was pretty easy," I said. "Way easier than it was in the practice test."
We talked together outside, where my mom was waiting in the car.
"Oh by the way, we can hang out at Sally's if I don't go to Nathan's house for the weekend," he said.
I nodded.
Sally had invited us to her house for an after-test hot tub session, which we very eagerly had taken her up on.
"I'll see you later," I said, smiling at him.
He smiled back. "Bye."