“Luna, you’re late.”
“By thirty seconds, maybe.”
“Late is late.”
Alex wasn’t in a good mood and neither was Luna. It didn’t take long before they were arguing. It was a quarrel conducted in whispers, though. They were in the library.
“I heard your conversation with Michael,” she said. “You don’t need to rat on me, asshole.”
“You don’t need to be in the back of Asa’s car.”
“Fuck off. I can't believe you just got a raise for ratting on me!”
“Clean up that filthy mouth of yours. That is not how it happened and you know it.”
Luna put her bag on the table and began to pull out books for a study session that didn’t look promising. Alex called her a brat and took the seat across from her. Instead of putting the last book on the table she flung it at him. It hit him in the chest. He jumped up and tried to grab her.
“What the fuck was that for!” he growled.
Instead of answering, Luna went to a nearby shelf and armed herself with hardcovers. One by one, she threw them at him. He played defense and tried to talk her down.
“This is really embarrassing, Luna. People are watching. Stop it.”
She had no intention of stopping but quickly changed her mind when she saw Asa standing there.
He looked very disappointed.
Luna took the last book in her hand and pretended to need it. Ignoring Alex and everyone else, she put it in her bag then left the library but forgot to check it out.