Jasmine
“Jasmine!”
I slowed and glanced over my shoulder to see a familiar face walking toward me.
John.
My brows furrowed in confusion. He was my coursemate, but we’d never really spoken before—hence the confusion.
He jogged the last few steps until he was beside me, a notebook tucked under one arm and that effortless smile of his already in place.
“Hey, Jasmine. Got a second?”
I slowed, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.
“Sure. What’s up?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“I need help.”
I laughed.
“That sounded serious.”
He hissed. “It is. Enzyme kinetics is officially trying to ruin my life.”
“You’ll survive.”
“I don’t think I will.” He sighed dramatically before grinning. “Everyone keeps saying you’re the person to ask.”
I snorted.
“My friends are terrible liar
