I'm nervous

When I heard those words leave Gerard's mouth, I instantly began to regret complimenting him. How can he be so narcissistic?

I turned and faced the window to see what was going on outside as we passed the streets with might buildings and various vendor stores.

I couldn't read anymore because I wasn't the type to read a few hours before a test. That act automatically disrupts my brain.

Soon, we got to the school and my eyes widened when I looked out the window. Because the glass was shaded, I couldn't see properly but with the little I saw, I knew that this was far better than I anticipated, in fact, I couldn't have anticipated this is all my life.

Did I just transmigrate to the future?

The car finally stopped in front of a certain magnificent building which was curved in a C shape.

I looked at the building intensely and didn't even realize when Gerard began to talk.

"Here, if you need anything, give me a call... Ayla, did you hear a word I said?" his hands were stretched passing me a phone which I suspected to be new.

"Huh... What did you say?" u asked again since I didn't hear him the first time.

"Give me a call when you're done." this time, his words were slow and his tone was serious.

"Oh! Okay." I took the phone and placed it into my backpack. Yes, I'm 23 but I still enjoy using backpacks. It doesn't have an age specification.

I opened the door and got out of the car. Almost immediately, I got back in catching Gerard unexpectedly.

"What did you forget something?" he asked sceptically because he was sure that I couldn't have forgotten anything.

I breathed in and out multiple times like an asthmatic patient. "Are you fine?"

I ignored him and continued until I did ten wraps. "Okay! I'm ready." I got out of the car and I knew that Gerard couldn't make any sense out of what just happened.

Because of the way my hair was packed in a ponytail, I looked younger than my age and I was beginning to thank God Gerard actually did that.

Immediately I got to the entrance, someone attended to me. This school was more organized than I thought. Or could it be that Gerard gave them a heads up?

I was escorted by the lady that attended to me at the entrance and she was very polite, showing me various sections of the area and telling me the names as we walked to the test hall I presumed.

I looked at all the beautiful posters and statues of who I presumed to be former chancellors of the university.

I noticed that they were all male chancellors but when we got to the current one, she was a woman breaking the long chain of male leaders. But unlike other chancellors who had smiles on their faces, she looked rather unapproachable.

I sighed and followed the attendant as we walked to a quiet classroom. No one was there just me and the attendant.

She showed me to my desk and told me to get ready. "This test comprises of 40 objective questions and you are given 15 minutes to answer them.

We aren't only trying to test your accuracy but also your speed. By the way, you are advised to answer all the questions."

The woman noticed that I was ready and had gotten all my instruments ready.

"Your time starts now. Good luck." after saying this, she smiled and walked out of the class.

Strange. She said I could start but there are no invigilators nor cameras. Is this really a test or an open one?

I didn't bother myself too much with that and decided to start my work before the time elapsed.

I read the first question and went through the option but my head went blank for a moment.

I couldn't find the answer in the option and time was going faster than I expected. I had already spent 2 minutes on this question leaving me with only 13 more minutes and 39 questions. This was bad.

Because I couldn't find the answer, I decided to write the answer I thought was correct in the answer booklet the went straight to the next question which was the same. At this point, I felt like crying but still wrote down the answer I believed to be the right one.

The worse part was these answers I was writing down were not in the options and this went on till I got to question twenty.

Because I settled in for just writing what I felt was right, I didn't waste too much time racking my brain anymore.

By this time, I had only 7 minutes left to go so I calculated answering three questions in one minute.

I continued writing down the answers and just as I was about to read the last question, the attendant came.

"Times up." she walked up to me and I handed her my paper even though I was panicked to my boned.

She didn't even look at the paper and just smiled at me. "Well done Miss Ayla. Your result would be communicated to you in an hour."

I looked at her worriedly. "Should I wait?"

"No, you don't have to. We were given your contact information so we would send it to you directly." she smiled warmly and escorted me out.

Although the exam was over and I am supposed to feel less nervous, my nervousness only increased.

I didn't prepare properly and that was why the questions were all wrong to me. It's possible that I am the wrong one and the questions were right. I felt like crying at this point.

I didn't even remember to call Gerard and just sat at the stairs feeling more pressured by the fact that I might never get into the university with such a poor IQ.

How could all 39 questions be wrong? The only explanation is I was the wrong one and couldn't find the right answer in the options.

Gerard's car drove to where I was seated but I didn't bother to look and just bowed my head. This is the worse test of my entire life.

"Maam, the master is waiting." the temporary driver came and ushered me in. I didn't hesitate and just went into the car.

While in the car, I didn't say anything to Gerard neither did he say anything. He just read the same newspaper he had been reading since we left the house.

"How did it go?" he asked but I didn't say anything and just turned to face the window.