My Hockey Bully Stepbrother
I knock once, then push the door open without waiting for an answer.
She's changed into comfortable clothes, sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, and her hair is pulled back in a messy bun. No makeup. Just her.
She looks different like this. Younger. Less guarded.
I toss the textbook onto her desk.
"Here."
She picks it up without commenting on my attitude, flipping through the pages with a focused expression.
"Okay, this is your module." She's talking more to herself than to me. "And the test covers chapters twelve through fifteen. Molecular bonding, Lewis structures, VSEPR theory..."