CLARK POV:
Forty-eight hours.
That's how long we had until the results dropped and the truth came out—whether we made it into college or not. Whether I'd be boarding a plane to Memoville University… and whether Clare would be coming with me, or staying behind to start a biker gang or who-knows-what.
You'd think with such high stakes looming, we'd both be tense or anxious.
Not Clare.
Nope.
Clare was being Clare.
Which meant teasing me, sleeping in until noon, and acting like we hadn't just spent the last month sweating over finals. And me? I had my own version of fun lined up—blackmail. Sweet, satisfying, well-deserved blackmail.
Remember that picture I took? The one where she realized all her evil leverage (a.k.a. the embarrassing song videos) had vanished from her phone?
Yeah, that one.
