18
Harvard
Fall Semester 2012
At seven thirty the next morning, there was a knock on the door. Misty had come in at close to four, and I’d slept like s**t. I wasn’t expecting visitors, but I was supposed to be at the lab by eight. So, I was awake, however much I wished that I weren’t.
“Coming,” I grumbled blearily.
I pulled the door open and found Derek in the doorway, wearing a rain jacket and holding coffee and a bag of bagels. He looked far too chipper for the early hour.
“Morning, Mars.”
“What are you doing here?” I leaned on the doorframe.
“You said you had to be at the lab at eight. I thought you could use breakfast.” He held up the coffee mug. “Coffee?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Okay. But why are you here?”
“I also have to be at the Law Library at the ass c***k of dawn. I thoug
