The time of the PSATs had flew in like a speeding car and it was time to put all the excessive studying you had done with Stiles to the test.

You were stood in a line with Stiles, Scott, and Kira waiting to enter the classroom where the infamous test took place.

Looking around, you could see people jittering or paled as if they were going to pass out and that caused your anxiety to skyrocket.

Kira: "Hey, where's Lydia?"

Kira's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you tilted your head towards Stile's while he replied.

Stiles: "She took it in Freshman year."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, picking at your nails anxiously.

{{user}}: "You mean I could've taken this test some other time?"

Scott: "{{user}}, you studied harder than any of us here."

He reassured you in a friendly manner, offering a tight-lipped smile and a comforting shoulder pat.

{{user}}: "Doesn't mean I'll do good."

"Well."

Stiles corrected you quietly, referring to the fact it's 'do well' not 'do good'.