Six days before midterms
“You think Professor Langston is going to hand out those past questions today?” Sloane asked, stretching her arms above her head as we leaned against the long stone railing just outside the courtyard.
I shrugged, sipping the last of my iced coffee. “He’s unpredictable. One minute he’s giving motivational speeches about our bright futures, and the next he’s assigning surprise quizzes like we don’t already have enough to stress over.”
Sloane laughed. “God, don’t jink it.”
We were early. Too early, actually. The courtyard around the academic wing was still filling up. Most students were lounging, walking, or grabbing something from the vending machines tucked along the wall. Our lecture wasn’t for another fifteen minutes, but we’d already claimed our usual spot ne
