I don't know what I hate more. Reading for a test, or writing the actual test. I'm in my dorm room, earphones in, trying my very best to concentrate. They say writing down what you've read helps memory retention, but the only thing I've written down is the name of a Matheos child that starts with A. The door flies open, and my shoulders stiffen a little. Ander has become very unpredictable these days. To my relief, it's just plain old Jesse. I remove my earphones,dropping them on the table. The music I was listening to wasn't even all that."Hey, whatchu doing?" He comes behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. It weighs me down a little, but I dare not complain. "I'm trying to study for a test but it's not working." He raises himself from me and goes to his wardrobe. I turn my chair to face him. "You're going out?" "Yeah. Ander asks I come with him. There's nothing I'm doing right now, so I guessed, why not? Can you come?" Maybe he forgot I'm a total hermit crab. I shake my h
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