“I have to get ready for my closing shift and she needs it tonight. What do I need to do to convince you?”
Maybe create a time machine so that the pie incident didn’t happen? That sure as hell would be nice.
“Are you hesitant because of the pie incident?” Enzo asks. “She still doesn’t forgive you for that?”
I shrug. “Every time I see her in class, she’s always giving me the stink-eye.”
He winces. “Ouch.”
I nod in agreement. I wouldn’t wish the Diana Blanco stink-eye on anyone, not even my worst enemy—which in this case, is her. If that girl knew how scary she looked, especially with those burning hazel-green eyes of hers, I bet standing ten feet away would be her first reaction.
“So, throw a stink-eye back at her.”
“Dude,” I sigh. “I’ll find another way.”
“Oh, yeah. You’ve got a severe case of hate phobia.” He rolls his eyes. “How could I forget?”
I flip my middle finger at Enzo, who just laughs it off. Hate-phobia makes no sense, whatsoever. Sure, I try my best to bringpeople peace and stay out of drama when possible but that doesn’t mean that I can’t stand the thought of people hating me.
Right?
“Ugh, fine,” I give in. “But the next coffee I get from you better be free. And large.”
“Deal,” he says without a beat of hesitation. “Oh, didn’t you get your midterm score?”
“Yes, Dad,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. Enzo is the parent of our friend group if it’s not obvious enough.
“So?”
I shoot him a look. “How doyouthink I did?”
He grins. “Knowing that you like to downplay how smart you are, I’d say pretty damn good.”
Unfortunately for me, my best friend’s not wrong. When Professor Scott announced the highest score in the midterm, I nearly choked on my breath. That couldn’t have been possible whatsoever but after talking to him when the lecture ended, there was no denying it any longer.
Especially when sharing a class with my cousin Bailey, who didn’t do as well on the test as I thought she would. She asked me countless questions after the exam and how I managed to score as high as I did.
I’m supposedly not as terrible as I thought. It only took countless hours of studying and though I would take biology over calculus any day of the fucking week, math was never much of a problem for me.
Though there’s at least one person who just might have a problemwithme.
3
Not Buying It
Diana
To anyone who wonders what it’s like to work at a library, it’s much better than being a barista. Why I never applied to work at a library during my high school years, I will never understand Sixteen-year-old me would have preferred to study during my breaks in the quiet instead of staying at home and helping my father with the basics.
When I’m not working, I still find myself in the Main Library, studying and working on my class papers. Sometimes, I watch a movie or an episode ofGilmore Girlsbut not as often as I’d like.
I’m sitting at the front desk of the library at the moment, where I am most of my shifts. It’s been a couple hours since Lucia left and though I may have a neutral expression displayed on my face, I’m just about annoyed. Of all the people to have passed the midterm, why the fuck did it have to be him?
Carson fucking Ryder of all people (I don’t even care to know his middle name). First, he purposely throws a lemon meringue pie in my face and now my math grade is possibly in jeopardy because of him? There isn’t a Greek god of fucking with collegestudents' lives but I know that everyone on Mount Olympus is laughing from up above.
Actually, I think that title belongs to Zeus. He’s my least favorite out of all the Greek gods I’ve learned about over the years. If we were in ancient Greece instead of the modern world, Carson would be Zeus, and I’m the girl he’s always messing with.
It’s because of thathijo de putaI can’t look at lemon meringue pie the same anymore.
