Rolling my eyes, I turned my attention back to Molloy’s textbook lying open on our desk, the one I’d been using since the start of the year, and frowned when my gaze settled on one lone earphone. 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 discreetly 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.
