“f**k, sorry.” The girl’s eyes widen as she quickly steps back, pushing a dyed pink strand of hair behind her ear. “I really need to stop being clumsy.”
“It’s fine,” I say, forcing an awkward chuckle. “I mean, nothing got spilled on either of us.”
She nods and smirks. “Thanks, babe.”
I cringe internally because strangers calling me babe on first contact is not my vibe. I give her another tight smile and step around her, settling into a table by the window. The entire place is noisy with cups clinking, chatter, and people grumbling about their midterm grades.
On second thought, I pull out my phone. Might as well check my grade while I wait. Signing into the portal takes less than two minutes and viola! Like I expected, my lowest score on all five courses is 28%. And honestly? That’s th
