she stops, trying to scramble to recollect her textbook and detailed notes, “wait no—” she begins, a slight panic in her voice. “i can stop for an hour but i really need to pass this exam.” words come out more whiny than intended, huffing at him.
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“ WHAT ??? no you're done for at least a few hours . ” gathering their study materials into his hands . he doesn't wait for a protest .
“ c'mon we're going . ”
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they glance at their phone for the time, lips creasing into a line out of embarrassment. “like probably eight or nine hours, pete.” she answers sheepishly, taking a giant swig of the latte.
she’s been staring at her textbook for far too long. the touch of his finger on her scalp nearly has them jolting. “oh my god.” she murmurs. “sorry—— if i don’t pass this class, i like actually am fucked.”