The next day, Izzie comes over. We hang out in my room, talk, and mostly make out. Izzie wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me deeply. It makes my heart skip a beat. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. I bite her lip, and move my hands lower, past her waist, when we hear a knock at the door. We instantly break apart, even though the taste of her lips linger on mine. The door opens. "What did I say about leaving this door open?" Elsa asks. I get up and head towards her. "The wind blew it closed. There was a breeze. In fact, I feel it again." I close the door in her face, before I walk back over to Izzie, who is laughing. She opens the door again. "It's 8:00. Time for Izzie to leave." Elsa says. "Okay." Izzie replies. "I'll take your phone." Elsa says. "I don't have a phone." I reply. "Very funny. But if you want to succeed in school, training, and being a decent rested human, it's time to go to bed." Izzie grabs her bag. "I agree with her. Bye." She walks out my bedroom door. "I'll call you in a second!" I yell to her. "No, you will not. You will call her at 4:00 AM, when you wake up." Elsa tells me. "No you will not." Izzie pops back in and says. I laugh. "Hand it over." My mom motions to my phone again. "Or what?" "Casey." She says. "Elsa." She grabs for my phone. I put it up in the air, where she can't reach it. She tickles me, and I surrender. She grabs it from me, and heads out. "Love ya, same time tomorrow. Same time every damn day." I say, as I shut my door. Since I started training for UCLA, I've been going to bed early, waking up early, running, working out, and eating healthier. It's been torture. All I have time to do once I get home from school and training is homework, then sleep. Izzie and I only get like 5 minutes together now. The whole thing is really stressful.
When I wake up at 4:00 AM, I start running immediately. Once I run for at least an hour, I head to school early. When I get there, I go to the work out room and work on my legs. I need to be fast. I take a shower and drink an energy drink before class starts. I can barely keep my eyes open, I'm so tired. I pick up my bag upside down, which causes my papers to fly out everywhere. By the time I pick them up, I'm late to trig class. When I get there, they are already passing out test scores. When the teacher gets to me, I look at my paper. On the top, there is a big F. I failed the test. Great. Just another thing to add to my stress. I bite my nails.
I get called into some guys office, that I have never met. Apparently he's high up in the school board. He said he was the "big guns." He tells me that because I failed the test, I could fail the class, which would cost me my scholarship. He said that my trig teacher will let me retake the test, but if I fail it again, I'm screwed. As I start to leave, he says, "Ms. Gardener, have you heard of Claire's bakeshop?" "Yeah." I reply, confused on where he's going with this. "If you pass your trig test, I will get you a big, fudgy brownie from Claire's bakeshop." He tells me. "Um, okay." I say. He's nice, but weird.