CHAPTER 11
“How are you doing, Bree?” Michelle asked, plunking onto the sofa in the dorm’s lobby with a laptop tucked under her arm. “Is Monsieur Studly keeping you from getting all your grading and revisions and all that s**t finished?”
“No,” Breanne said, pursing her lips, though in the deepest recesses of her mind, she had to admit that ‘some’ would have been more honest.
“Liar,” Michelle replied with a laugh. “I remember my first s****l relationship. I got three Cs that semester and I almost failed English because I couldn’t keep the boytoy out of my pants.”
“Again, with the overshare,” Breanne replied, rolling her eyes and clicking a typo in her dissertation. Only twenty pages to go, and then it will be finished… and I can prepare for defense. Her stomach swooped. No matter how th
