Our dorm is a mess of typical end-of-semester chaos: Allie’s half-packed backpack on the floor, sticky notes clinging to the walls, and textbooks stacked neatly on the bed.
“I’m hungry,” Justin mumbles with his mouth full.
Braydon grabs the cup from him and almost finishes it in one go. I shake my head. Seriously, do these two ever act like grown-ups when they’re together?
I glance at Allie, draped over her bed. “What’s up with you?” I ask.
She lazily circles her face with her hand. “Does my face say I’m five seconds from crying?”
“And why would you be crying?”
“Because we’re hungry, Katy,” Justin snaps, glaring at me now. “How are you not?”
“I am.” I shrug, flipping open my notes. “I’m just choosing to focus on reading while I wait.”
He gives me a disgusted look. “You’re weird.”
