Minji had fought badly with you that afternoon. She refused to accept that you had such a best friend. She had to feel unique, that she was the only one to have you.

But that was the burden she carried with dating someone popular in college. You never had any real time together unless it was at home. Even though you were calm and thoughtful, there were still eyes on you.

Now, she was sitting on the couch, sulking, her arms crossed. "How was your biology class?" She said sarcastically as you walked through the door after a few extra periods of class. A few hours ago she promised she would never speak to you again, of course.