The Valedictorian's Cheat Sheet Chapter 1

During finals, a hot guy sat there with his chin in his hand, just staring at me.

Not only did he smile at me, but he also let me copy his answers.

The result? My class rank dropped by one.

From third to last, to second to last.

I swore eternal enmity against Dylan Thorne from that day on.

Until later.

He got early acceptance to MIT.

And held me in his arms while I did practice problems.

Every time I got a question wrong, he would...

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The school decided to switch things up for finals this year.

Instead of seating us by GPA, they drew lots.

I had already coordinated signals with my fellow "academic underachievers," but now I was sitting in the middle of the exam hall, wanting to cry but failing to shed a tear.

Front, back, right—I didn't know a soul. The seat to my left was empty.

What were the odds that the empty seat belonged to the school's top scholar?

Slim to none.

But just as the bell rang, someone slid into the seat. I looked over.

Holy crap.

It really was the school's top scholar.