"Snapped out of it."
I jolted out of my thoughts, blinking like I had just been slapped. My eyes darted to Tess, who was staring at me with a mix of worry and curiosity.
“Snap out of what?” I asked, feigning innocence and trying to ignore the heat creeping up my neck.
Tess narrowed her eyes at me, her pen tapping against her notebook. “Don’t play dumb, Cam. You’ve been like this all through class. Zoning out, scribbling nonsense in your notebook, looking like you just saw a ghost. Is something wrong?”
I glanced down at my notebook and cringed. Instead of the neat notes I should’ve been taking, the page was covered in random doodles—mostly spirals and jagged lines that looked more like a crime scene than a study guide.
“I’m fine,” I said, waving her off. “Just tired, I guess.”
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