I barely make it through syllabus week. The anticipation of all the homework I'll be getting this semester settled on my shoulders like an anvil and crushed me. It also didn't help that Kat basically attacked me the day she got back. She bombarded me with questions about Dominic and everything that happened right before break and during it. I tried to keep her updated through text but it's a little difficult to do a feeling dump through messages. I FaceTimed her a couple times but it was also short lived because she worked very often this break.
I'm not surprised when Dominic calls me after his last class to vent about his day. I pause my Netflix and answer his call. "I hate math." I know that's a lie.
"No you don't." I repress a laugh at how unconvincing he sounded.
"No, I do. It's so
