It's half past 3PM and we're all sitting in Montgomery Hall. Jack and West are competing for ten dollars on a Foosball game and Dominic and I are sitting on the floor studying, which is what the other boys are supposed to be doing.
"Can you help me with this English paper?" Dominic inquires as he balances his laptop on his knees.
"No hablo ingles. Lo siento," I reply as I work on memorizing specific dates in history.
"We get it; you speak Spanish." He rolls his eyes at me.
"Si, pero no quiero ayudarte con tu papel," I inform him before wearing a small smirk. "Puta."
"Hey! I know what that word means!" he says, swatting me with a packet of papers. I giggle and dodge his hit. "Nova, come on. Isn't your major English?"
"Isn't your major minding your business? Because it should be." He t
