I distractedly flip the pages of my book with my earphones on. Professor Wellington is yet to arrive. I'm tired, and pissed, and angry. All because of my dickhead roommate. Is it too much to ask your roommate to be nice and normal? I don't think so. Now I'm asking myself why did I leave my room last night, neglect my beautiful sleep, and then leave the house to go drive my drunk roommate back to our apartment. I shouldn't have if he was going to act like an ass this morning and even asked my friend to leave. By the end of the semester, I think I'm moving out. I should move out to keep my mind sane.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. It's a text from Liam.
LIAM: GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE. YOU'RE IN CLASS?
I smile at the text and begin to type back. For the few times I've texted with Liam, he's pretty sweet and I'm 86% sure he's gay. Even if he's not, he definitely is bisexual.
ME: YEAH, I'M IN CLASS AND BORED.
" Look, who's in love." Someone says next to me as I quickly lock my screen to stare at this person. It's Lana.