"If you're jealous then just talk to me in person." I say after an awkward moment of silence, understanding that they're the ones joking when they laugh.
"Goodbye, Noah."
"Hey, I should be able to ask more things." I complain.
Although they don’t sound so amused with the idea, we have an agreement. "You'll have three questions tomorrow."
The call ends with no further exchange of words. I pass my hands through my messy hair after leaving my phone on the desk, right next to my books.
At least I'll have more answers from now on.
I finish my homework and take a shower. During the night I analyze my situation again. As I suspected, my helper will participate in the contest. This reduces a lot my ratio.
On the other hand, I was stupidly more concentrated in looking in
