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Maddison Lorenzo.
After three classes, I meet up with Carl outside my last lecture, but I get delayed by a guy from class named Matthew. We sat together…he was blushing so much I could tell he liked me but we only really talked about forming a study group and when we could meet. After I reply, I weave through the buzzing crowd of students and finally spot Carl leaning against a brick column.
“And who the hell was that?” he demands, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets.
“Just my seat partner,” I say. “We’re planning a study group—”
“I don’t give a shit.”
The way he says it makes me stop talking immediately. My mouth opens, then closes again. There’s suddenly nothing warm left in my chest.
“You hungry?” he asks like nothing just happened.
“I brought lunch from home. I
