Stacy answered Jodi’s questions in a listless voice while he stared at the form in front of him, anticipating what she’d ask next. As soon as it became obvious that she was following the form, he began to answer before she got the whole question out. “What year—”
Did he drop out. “Ninety-eight.” Next up, last level completed.
She made an irritated noise in the back of her throat. “What was the last—”
“Sophomore,” Stacy said, cutting her off. To be honest he didn’t pass his sophomore year, since he left a few weeks before finals, but if she wanted to get technical about it then she could look that info up herself. “Next.”
Typing furiously, she murmured, “Hold on.” Stacy glanced at her—maybe she was looking it up—then shrugged. Whatever. He sat hunched over, arms on his thighs and hands
