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She sighed, her voice tinged with thinly veiled frustration. Dylan, the nerd, straightened his shoulders and coughed slightly. "The central theme of 'The Great Gatsby' is the corruption of the American Dream," he said, his deep voice grating on Lila's already frazzled nerves. "Fitzgerald's critique of the decadence and moral decay of the Jazz Age elite serves as a scathing indictment of the pursuit of wealth and status at the expense of human decency." Dylan's lips twisted into a smug smirk, his chest heaving with pride at having delivered the textbook answer with robotic accuracy. Lila resisted the need to roll her eyes, her fingers twitching with the desire to launch a caustic retort.

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I countered. "If I said nine am, it simply means you're to be here before nine am, Dahlia." He said, giving me a tired look. In the middle of our bickering, which makes my heart flutter by the way, I noticed how the butterflies in my stomach reacted to the way my name rolled off effortlessly from his tongue. "Just sit down. Let's get this over with." After two hours of summarizing The Great Gatsby, we were both drained and exhausted, so we ordered for cake and coffee, and gave ourselves a little break.

I mean with Ancient English and all, it all just seems boring. But reading “the great gatsby” is more interesting than I thought. I was deeply engrossed in the book when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I flinched and sprang my head up to meet the angry gaze of Na..Nathan? “Nathan? What are you doing here?” I was quite bewildered because Nathan is the last person to be seen in a library. Like most typical boys, He hates novels. “I knew I would find you here.” That makes more sense, he came for me.

He’s going to go far. He said he might stop by later so I prepare some extra food and leave it in the oven in case he does stop by and he’s hungry. Once I’m done eating I head into my room with Porsha and sit in my chair, scrolling through I*******m. Porsha jumps into her matching chair and we hang out for a while. I light a couple of candles and get into my bed, plugging my phone in and grabbing my book. I’m currently reading The Great Gatsby, a classic.

“You’re brutal. Correct, but brutal.” By 4:00 PM, the gifts had escalated to the absurd. A first edition of The Great Gatsby—because I had once mentioned I liked the tragedy of it. A set of Japanese calligraphy pens—because I liked to doodle on my scripts. A box of pastries from a bakery in Paris—flown in fresh that morning. “Okay, the croissants stay,” Katherine declared, shielding the pastry box with her body. “I have moral boundaries, and wasting French butter crosses them.”

Two, on the other hand, might just work. I grinned to myself as I dug out my backpack, and I shoved my books into it in rapid succession. The clear pencil case Kath had given me was still safely cocooned in the front pouch, along with my worn copy of The Great Gatsby. I zipped up the pocket, and chucked the bag onto my bed.

Dorian said, closing the door behind him. Gabe carried a large book. He held it like its contents were leprous, and I had to grin. "Hi, guys." Heathcliff and Bart returned my greeting as they made themselves at home, rummaging through my fridge and cupboards, grumbling about how I had nothing good to eat. Bart started a pot of coffee, and Heathcliff, ever the responsible one, put some water on for my tea. I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water.

“Missed you too, what you up to?” “Nothing much, reading” I grinned, giving him a peck on the nose. “What you reading?” Felix asked as we headed inside. “That book for English Studies. Thought it’s about time I greet Jay Gatsby” I smiled, heading towards the couch. “Should probably start reading it as well” Felix sighed, “But will probably just watch the movie in the end” he said, making me flinch. Being one of those anti-movie people when it came to books, it kind of hurt that Felix wasn’t like that.