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“Do you have your notes from Thursday’s lecture?” Victor asks absentmindedly, flipping through his notebook. There are textbooks and loose sheets of paper scattered across the small table in the library, none of which belong to you.
“No,” you tell him, leaning back in your chair with a huff. “I don’t take notes.”
He looks up from the page he was poring over with a smirk on his face. “Right. Mr. Genius memorizes everything in class.”
“No,” you repeat, a grin creeping up on your lips. “I already know everything in the lectures.”
“Then why do you even go to class?” he asks, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
You feel your cheeks heat up, but scoff and cross your arms. “Because.”
You certainly don’t go to class just to see a specific attractive, black-haired, hazel-eyed student who just happens to think you’re brilliant and amazing. That would be dreadfully tedious of you. And you’re never tedious.
Still, Victor shrugs and continues scanning over his notes. “Fine, Curls, you don’t have to tell me.”
“Curls?” you spit, half annoyed but also half amused.
“Would you prefer Fancy Hair?” He glances at you, traces of his earlier smirk still evident. “Or Cheekbones?”
You sigh and roll your eyes theatrically. “Neither, I suppose.”
But the second he’s back at his notes, you crack a smile.