Mia’s POV
“I hope he responds,” I muttered under my breath, picking up my phone again. I typed out another text message to Andrew: "We have to meet up." My anxiety grew as I waited for a reply.
The professor had been clear about the urgency of the task, and I didn't want to start on the wrong foot.
After a few minutes, my phone buzzed with a response. "Have you gotten the mail from the professor?" Andrew's text read.
"Yes," I quickly typed back. "We have to see the professor tomorrow at school, so we can begin the task."
“There is no ‘we,’” he replied almost instantly. “I hope you know your place even as we work together.”
I sighed deeply, dropping my phone onto the reading table beside my bed. I paused, staring at the painted ceilings under the dim light of my reading lamp. Andrew's
