The cord attached to it led back to the MP3 player balancing on Molloy’s lap under the desk, while the other earphone dangled from her right ear. Picking it up, I discretely popped it in my left ear, and listened as Puddle of Mudd’s She Hates Me drifted into my ear. Lovely. What a sweet way to serenade your boyfriend. Fuck. My. Life. Turning the page in her copybook, I watched as Molloy hovered over the page, and scribbled something down before pushing the copybook towards me. You’re an asshole.
