Tricked By My Girlfriend

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her.

After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her.

I agreed, even though I had a perfect score.

However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

I waited at the high school gate for two hours with my bag. Today marked the start of the new term for me and my girlfriend, Rachel Ivey, as we decided to re-study for the college entrance exam together. The breakfast I bought for her, which I had queued up for at 6:30 AM, had already gone cold, but Rachel was still nowhere to be seen.

I called Rachel for the tenth time, and she finally answered.

Her voice was light and cheerful. "Zoran, are you at the school gate?"

"I am. Where are you? Did something happen on the way?"

Rachel sent me a photo. "I'm at the school gate too! But it's MIT's school gate!"

My smile faded, and the breakfast slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. I managed to say, "What are you doing at MIT?"

Rachel said smugly, "Zoran, I've been holding it in for so long, but I can finally tell you now! I overperformed on the exam and scored 1540! I finally got into MIT! Aren't you happy for me?"

"Didn't you say you only got 1070 and we were going to retake the exam together?"

Rachel giggled. "I was just testing you. I wanted to see if you really loved me. Congratulations, you passed!"

Feeling suffocated by my emotions, I asked, "Why are you only telling me this now?"

"This is my second test for you, to see if you'd get mad when you found out I was lying."

Her voice was casual and nonchalant, as if this test was just a trivial matter.

When I remained silent for a long time, Rachel's voice turned unhappy. "Don't tell me you're mad, Zoran Faraday? With your grades, you could spend a year without studying and still easily get into MIT next year. Do you have to be mad at me? If that upsets you, then let's break up!"

I reluctantly accepted the fact that I would be retaking the exam. Besides the wasted time, retaking the exam wasn't too stressful for me. I even found time to get a driver's license.

Time flew by, and it was finally time to take the exam again a year later.

Five days before the exam, Rachel came home early for the summer holiday in order to keep me company throughout the exam.

To make it easier for me to study, my family had rented an apartment near the school.

Rachel was on her best behavior. She got up early every