20

The next evening, I sat crossed legs on my bed, typing away on my laptop, texting occasionally with Hannah.

She’s complaining about a slutty girl who keeps hanging around Kyle. I’m trying to dissuade her from plucking out said slutty girl's hair and scratching her eyes out, because I’m miles away from campus and won’t be able to bail her out of jail.

From my bag pack, I bring out a pack of peanuts and a bottle of water. Poping the nuts in my mouth as I read a chapter in my textbook, I go over it a few times and then take down some notes. We should be having tests in a few weeks and then exams, I already pleaded for extensions on my assignments, but I doubt they'd do the same for tests.

When I raise my head I see it’s past midnight, I feel cross-eyed, my brain a little fried from studying. The last text from Hannah was twenty minutes ago saying she and Kyle were driving home. I imagined they were probably having sex and all is right in their world once more. I packed my books, puttin