First message
I look up sharply from where I’m ATTEMPTING to study. A paper ball has been thrown at me and landed directly in my textbook. My eyes catch a desk full of four snickering men, one smirking obnoxiously.
We’re in graduate school. This is ridiculous.
For days I’ve been hearing them talk shit: I’ve said zero words to them. I have no idea what their issue is. But the middle one, HE seems the most interested. I shake my head and look back down, but another wad of paper hits me in the head.