It was during our last class of the day when Jia suddenly whips her head around so fast.
“What’s with the long face?” I ask, walking toward my seat.
“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?” she asks, eyes darting over me like she’s checking for injuries.
I shrug, the fabric of my shirt shifting over my shoulders. “It’s just water.”
Not entirely true, but close enough. Honestly, I feel fine. Maybe even… accomplished? The feeling is weirdly similar to acing a difficult exam. I’d do it again if it meant actually doing something useful. Next time though, I’d prefer not to get hit with soup fresh off the stove. Luckily, today’s was lukewarm. If they’d acted faster, I might be nursing burns instead of pride.
“You knew that was going to happen, didn’t you?” she asks, biting her lip.
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