Jasmine
I was exhausted. Every few seconds, I found myself fighting the urge to rest my head on the desk and go to sleep. Davin’s voice carried through the lecture hall as he explained metabolic pathways, but concentrating was nearly impossible.
Not because the lecture was boring.
Because Mia and her friend wouldn’t shut up.
Their constant giggling drifted across the room, pulling my attention away every few minutes.
I clenched my jaw and tried to ignore it. And failed miserably.
With a frustrated groan, I turned around sharply. “Can you both just shut it?” I gritted out.
A few heads turned.
Mia looked up from her phone and smiled. The kind that made me want to throw something.
“Aw,” she said sweetly. “Someone’s cranky.”
I turned away before I said something that would get me int
