Forgive Me Father
“Focus, please. Finals are coming.”
“Fine, fine.” Lily whispered to Jordan, “See? Spacey.”
I glared at her. She winked.
Hours passed. We scribbled notes, shared pencils, argued about formulas. Jordan kept making sarcastic comments. Lily kept laughing too loud.
At one point, Jordan leaned over and brushed something off Lily’s cheek. Lily froze, cheeks turning red.
“Pizza sauce,” Jordan explained, straight-faced.
Lily squeaked and dropped her pen.
I smirked. “Smooth.”
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