I had to stop by my dorm to grab my schoolbag, so by the time I made it to the lecture hall, I was about five minutes late. I rushed inside as quickly and quietly as possible, offering Dr. Conteh an apologetic look as I took my usual seat beside Matteo.
“Hey,” I whispered to him. “What did I miss?”
He didn’t so much as glance at me. Instead, he bent over his paper and started jotting down some notes.
Figuring he was just gonna ignore me, I sighed and turned to pull my laptop out of my bag. I set it down in front of me and powered it on.
A tap on my arm.
Matteo, still not meeting my eyes, gestured to the paper he had been writing on, shoving it towards me.
On it, he’d written, ‘Make sure to know Sophocles “Antigone” for mid-term,’ in his familiar neat handwriting.
I mouthed a
