He was lying on the bed, pretending to scroll, but really just waiting for her. She always came back from class with that small, pouty face like the world owed her something. The door creaked. There she was. Perfect. Grumpy. He jumped up, smirking. "Hey, Bug. What happened? Professor didn’t praise your genius today? Or are you just mad 'cause I look better than your boyfriend again?"
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