Jason POV:
Finally. Finally, those stupid things they call exams were over. Sweet freedom at last. And maybe—just maybe—I could finally squeeze in some time with Ella. Because, let's face it, the past couple of weeks had been a living hell. Between the exams, endless practices, and Ella vanishing into her study bubble, I barely had a moment to breathe, let alone see her.
But before I could even think about planning something, I couldn't help but stew over that last paper. God, what a disaster.
It started like a dream—deceptively easy, as if the exam was saying, "Hey, don't worry, I've got you." The first three questions were straight from the notes. I was cruising, confident, thinking maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Then I flipped the fucking page.
Big mistake.
