RHEA
“Rhea and Nina.”
My head snapped up.
The whole room turned silent.
“You’ll be working together for the final project,” Professor Lane said, flipping through his folder. “Any questions?”
“Yeah,” I raised my hand lazily. “Can I not?”
A few chuckles filled the room. I didn’t smile. Not when my eyes were locked on her.
Nina. Little Miss Perfect.
She was already glaring at the floor like it offended her. She didn’t even lift her head.
“You can and you will, Miss Carver,” Professor Lane said. “This isn’t a request.”
Beside me, my friend mouthed “ouch” like it was funny. I didn’t laugh.
Nina finally looked up. Big brown eyes. Tight lips. She didn’t say anything, but the hate was there, between us.
We met in the library two hours later.
Or I showed up fashionably late, which piss
