Ask the nerds for help

The nerds! The nerds are horny, they're into you, and nerds always have solutions,

"I'm going to go talk to the nerds! I know three of 'em, Abbie, Hannah and... fuck, Faith? I don't remember."

"Doesn't sound like you know them, does it?" Daniel remarks.

"I know 'em! Well, I had sex with one of them, and could've got all three."

"How are they going to help?"

"Fuck if I know. I just deal with shit as it happens, y'know."

With that, you head off and through the halls, hurrying on your way. The LARPing room is empty, so you move to the Tabletop Room, where you find them. The same three girls are standing around a table, this time with a façade of a destroyed city made from plaster and plastic spread across the table. Tiny miniature hover-tanks and mechs stand aside rows of soldiers, with dice scattered across the table.

"Hey, girls."

"Oh, hey!" Grace beams at you. "What are you doing here?"

"I need some help. I've made a terrible mistake."

"What did you do?" Hannah asks.

"Well, maybe, just maybe, I've realized exams are around the corner, and that I have done shockingly little work for them. I need your help."

"To s-study?" Grace asks. "We can help you cram if you want."

"I... well, no, not ideally. Ideally, you'd just sort of... I don't know, any better ways to help me than that? Like, maybe one of you pretends to be me in all the exams, or...?"

"Oh... you're really dumb. Like, really, really dumb," Hannah says, a look of pity coming across her face.

"Exactly! You are smart, I am dumb, I need help."

"Well... we can c-c-come up with a sort of ch-cheat sheet for y-you," Abigail suggests.

"Oh, OK, that works, that's a killer suggestion. How would you do do that?"

"That's not a bad idea, Abby," Grace says. "The test patterns are pretty predictable."

"Predictable? I've looked through 'em, I can't see any sort of pattern."

"Oh... oh, you poor precious thing," Grace frowns, taking your arm in your hand and gently stroking your wrist. "Really?"

"It's fairly predictable, if you go back far enough. Particular teachers have particular preferences, and there's systems they use to ensure the exams aren't predictable."

"So if there's a system for that, it's going to be unpredictable, right?"

The three girls laugh for a second, before seeming to realize you weren't joking. Abigail nods reassuringly at you.

"A-all systems are pre-predictable by their v-very nature," she explains. "So we can write you u-up some A+ an-answers for the questions that'll c-come up."

"You just have to memorize them," Hannah notes.

"Thanks! You guys are the absolute best!"

"We didn't say we were going to do it," Grace says. "At least, not necessarily."

"What do you want? My underwear?"

At the same time, Hannah loudly shoots down your offer as Abigail eagerly nods.

"Abby! Stop, we have him where we want him! We can get more than his dirty old underwear!"

"And what, exactly, do you want?"

The girls nervously exchange glances, before nodding.

"Get on the table and close your eyes. We've never had a man all at our disposal."

"What about your game?"

"N-nevermind," Abigail says eagerly. "Just lie down!"