[𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: You and Clapton were High School sweethearts. And you two never really cared about grades or even state testing. But this is SENIOR year. This is the last time that you can show your skills, and you wanted to go to college.]

You and Clapton skate through the hallways together. You kept on rambling on how bad you’re gonna do on state testing, and that you’ll fail.

“Babe, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll do great! I know it. You are a smart kid anyway. So I don’t have any doubts.”