My boy

Washington DC

George Washington University

Faculty of Mass communication

Pouncing into Tyler's embrace, Camila squealed, "Baby, guess what?"

"You're pregnant?" He grinned. Bernard laughed.

Camila frowned and knock his head, "Don't be silly, how is that even possible when we've been on protection since day one? And you? Do you wish to become a father while in college?" Rolling her eyes over her boyfriend, she took out a script and placed it on the desk, "Look, I passed the coursework."

"Wow." Bernard and Tyler gasped as they both read through the script.

"Whoa, come here you." Tyler pulled her into his embrace and planted a soft peck on her lips. "Baby, this is good."

"It's beyond good, Tyler." Bernard stated. "She did very well. I must say you kicked that professor's ass, Camila."

Camila squealed excitedly and gave him a hug, "Aww, thank you Bern."

"So what did you gat, Bern? Sounds like you scored something above Camila's." Tyler said.

Bernard chuckled. Oh heaven, his weird friend would never stop assume things about him.

Clearing his throat, Bernard shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing much, you guys already knew what I got."

"Come on Bern, how do you expect us to know? Are we magicians?" Camila faked a sad childish tone.

In support of what his girlfriend just said, Tyler slammed the desk and faked a bossy expression, "Exactly. Are we magicians, Mr Abrams?"

Bernard chuckled at his best friends dramatic characters, "You two can be funny sometimes. Well, well, well, I will if only you tell me yours, Tyler."

Widening his eyes in shock, Tyler stammered, "M-Me?"

"Yes you." Bernard had already contemplated the actual score Tyler got. And now Tyler is trying to hide it from his girlfriend Camila.

"Ah, Bern is right. Baby, let's see what you gat." When Tyler gulped down in nervousness and awkwardly grinned at her, she gave him a nod, "Go on, show it out."

Okay, here it comes. Tyler slowly slipped out the script from his bag, placed it on the desk and quickly shut his eyes with his palms.

Bernard and Camila ignored his weird behavior and quickly chimed in to see what he got. They widened their eyes at each other and burst into laughter after seeing his grade.

Tyler frowned and gently put his hands down to see what's amusing them.

"Baby, you got a B." Camila kissed the top of his head.

Tyler awkwardly chuckled and nodded like a goat, "Yeah, yes, yes, I got a B."

"Then why did you felt nervous at the first place?" Bernard raised his eyebrows at him.

Tyler tried to fake a frown, "No I didn't. I was just trying to pull your legs. You know, to hear what you guys wanna say."

Bernard smiled, shook his head and patted Tyler's shoulder, "There's no need to lie, man. Just admit that you were scared of what Camila might do to you."

Of course he is right. If it had been a 'C' or 'D' Camila wouldn't have taken it likely with her boyfriend. Someone needs to see the way she scolds him every now and then as if she was his mother.

"Well, I can't comment on that." Tyler mumbled.

Rubbing his hair, Camila grinned, "My boy. We both got the same."

Looking at his best friend, Tyler scoffed, "What did you ga-whoa!" He gasped in shock after Bernard showed him his script.

Folding the paper, Bernard asked his two best friends whom are completely in a shocking daze after seen an 'A+' "Any further questions?"

They both nodded their heads slowly. 'What other questions do they have, Bernard? You just shocked the liver out of them.'

Just then, a familiar voice called his name out, "Bernard!" Tyler and Camila tilted their heads towards the voice's incoming direction.

Stepping into the classroom, she looked at the entire students in the class. It's break hour. Some are having snacks while some are just busy discussing.

Tyler and Camila gasped as she sat right in front of them.

Bernard scrunched his brows. "Britney?" Though he described his department to her yesterday after thanking her for the ride and he also gave her his contact number but he didn't expect she was going to come visit him in his class today.

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