"Did you just say shit?"
Sylvia looked away. "Humph! And what if I did?"
What's wrong with her?
What did I even do?
'Wait, why am I mad that she's mad?'
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"
She rose from her chair and slammed her hand on the table. "Fuck you, Allen!"
"Shhh... we're in the library."
She panted. "Fuck you, and fuck you again."
"Hmm..." My eyes narrowed. "Fuck you too."
She looked away again. "Yeah, fuck me."
Her eyes snapped back at me. "No, no, that's not what I meant... I—"
"Pfft."
A soft laugh escaped my lips. "You're as silly as ever."
Sylvia's ears reddened as she muttered under her breath, though I could hear her. "Why are you even talking to me?"
Wait — did she feel inferior because of what I did during the test?
I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Sylvia, if you have an inferiority complex toward me you will end up dead."
I smirked. "I will always be better than you."
I let out a laugh. "Hahahahahaha..."
