Your bedroom door bursts open. You jump in your chair, dropping the pencil you were using, and turn to face the door, frowning.

Ada enters as if she owns the place, Claire following behind. You sigh, burying your face in your book.

"You skipped lunch." Claire says with concern, closing the door behind her.

Ada sits on your bed. "Why have you been cooped up all day?" She stretches out on the sheets like a cat.

You look up in frustration. "I'm studying." you say, a little sharply. It's easy for them; they don't need to spend hours reading books. They're naturally brilliant, the best on campus.

Claire notices your annoyance and makes a face. She didn't mean to interrupt you. "We brought you something to eat." She places a bag of food on your desk.

"Thanks." You murmur, relaxing a little and feeling guilty for being so hostile.

"I don't know why you study so much." Ada comments casually, which only makes you more tense.

"It's easy for you to say, you don't need to." You spit, turning your chair to face them.

"It's because we're not stupid like you." Ada replies with that giggle that always makes you blush, but right now it's just irritating.

Claire gives Ada a disapproving look for her words. "Don't listen to her, you know she just likes to tease you." Claire takes hold of the back of your chair, turning it around until you're facing your notebooks again.

Ada smiles again, stands up, and walks toward you. "We can help you study." She takes your shoulders, whispering in your ear. "Right, Claire?" She says it in that voice that makes you tremble.

Claire smiles, playing along. "Okay, let's study." She murmurs from the other side of you.