Cheryl
We were extra early to class today for two reasons. It was hot, and I desperately needed a cold cup of coffee. Also, Anna wanted to sit in front to get a clearer view of our professor—and to make sure he noticed her.
“My coffee’s going to spill if you keep dragging me like that,” I hissed, trying to keep pace with Anna's hurried steps.
“Oh, if I don’t get a front seat, Cheryl, I’m going to murder you,” she groaned, tightening her grip on my wrist as she pulled me into the classroom.
I finally caught my breath as Anna slid into the front seat. I was about to sit next to her when someone grabbed my arm.
“Sit with me,” Archie’s voice was low and steady.
“What? No,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
Anna smacked my arm, her face bright with mischief. “C'mon, go sit with him. I h
