I bring my sketch book to my date. Dante doesn't have anything fancy planned. But still hanging out with him is better than being broken by Spencer or having my heart crushed by a tall blonde woman waltzing into my professor's office. I shouldn't even care who my teacher fraternizes with and yet I do.
"Is something wrong? You seem distracted?" Dante asks as he holds a pair of drum sticks in his hands and begins striking the table loudly. His drumming annoys the coffee shop staff enough they come over and tell him to put them away or he will need to leave.
"I am distracted. That darn history test. I won't pass. And I'm annoyed with Professor Oakley."
Fuck that last part was not supposed to slip. My mouth has run away with me again.
"What did he do? Make us study? Maybe college isn't you
