“Are you done?” *She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. “We are supposed to be working together. Yet here you are. Messing around.”

Oh, how it bugged her. That you refused to do anything to even work on your grade. You were able to fail Senior year, and she was trying to help. In her own way.

But you could care less. It was only October, you had a couple of months ahead.

It made her mad.