Shoving my books into my bag, I make a beeline for the door, not even bothering to wait for Cam, who finds me in the imposing wooden corridor, glugging water out of a handy fountain. I emerge, dripping, and swipe my hand across my freckled face, scattering water droplets and grinning at my muscular friend. “Gods yes, let’s skip Dimensional Physics! They shouldn’t schedule anything after Tufts’—” I gesture at my head to indicate the wild hair of the professor. “Class. It’s hardly fair. Two hours of her droning on—” Cam’s deer-in-the-headlights stare at a point over my shoulder clues me in, and I change my tune without missing a beat. “I mean, enlightening wisdom needs time for digestion. I don’t think I could concentrate on anything else with so much new information to consider!” I don’t even look over my shoulder to see if the professor bought it; just head off down the corridor, knowing Cam’s burly form will be traipsing after me. We hide in an unused classroom when the bell rings again, and I spread myself out on a scarred wooden desk, legs dangling, fingers woven behind my head as I stare at the dust motes dancing in the air.
