He Wrecked Our SATs Over a Tattoo

Summary

An hour before the SATs, our homeroom teacher suddenly had a medical emergency. Before he was rushed away, he handed the folder containing everyone's admission slips to Leo Jordan—the notorious, pretty-boy troublemaker at school.

Thirty minutes before check-in closed, he still hadn't shown up.

By then, the rest of us were standing outside the exam center, completely freaking out. Without that folder, none of us could get in.

I rang his phone until he finally picked up. I begged him to hurry and bring the folder over. Everyone was still waiting for him outside the exam center, after all.