Soft murmurs fills the halls as all of us wait for Ian to come unlock the door so that we can enter the lecture hall. I press the back of my head hard against the wall, my hat cushioning the action so that the brick doesn’t pull at my hair. Olivia yawns loudly next to me, slumping as she glances down at her phone for the seventh time since we’ve arrived.
“I wonder where he is,” Olivia mutters to me, worried eyes glancing down the hall. “Professor Winters is never this late.”
I nod my head. Ian’s known to be very punctual, something that my parents usually aren’t. They’ve been friends for years so it’s something that Ian comes to expect when working with my folks even if it drives me crazy. But for Ian to be five minutes past he’s usual time on arriving for class isn’t normal.
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