(Clara)
I spent the next morning trying very hard to prove Anna wrong.
Unfortunately, proving Anna wrong had become increasingly difficult lately.
Mostly because she kept being right.
It was honestly one of her most irritating qualities.
The conversation from the previous night followed me all the way to campus, and every time I remembered her face when I told her Professor Hart had missed a meeting, I wanted to throw something.
Not at her.
At myself.
Because she had looked at me the same way a doctor looked at a patient who was refusing to acknowledge an obvious problem.
The worst part was that she hadn't even tried arguing.
She had simply stared at me.
Then informed me that I was in trouble.
Then gone back to her laptop.
The confidence was what annoyed me.
I hated confident
