(Clara)
I reread the email three times before finally locking my phone and throwing it onto my bed like it had personally offended me.
Anna glanced up from where she sat cross-legged on the couch, her laptop balanced on her thighs.
“You’re staring at your phone like it owes you money.” She said with raised brows.
I sighed dramatically and fell backward onto the mattress.
“It’s nothing.” I replied trying to wave it aside.
“That sentence usually means it’s absolutely not nothing.” She argued.
I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my face.
“It’s just about my lab report.”
Anna went quiet for exactly two seconds.
Then…
“Oh my God. Professor Hot is emailing you personally now?” She asked amidst giggles.
I yanked the pillow away immediately. “Can you not call him that?”
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