Jacqueline sat in the far corner of the library, her books spread open in front of her, attempting somewhat heroically to prepare for the test scheduled for the next day.
She wasn't the type to study consistently. No, she thrived on adrenaline the glorious panic of last-minute preparation. If an exam loomed, she would begin studying exactly one night before and somehow still walk out with impressive grades.
That didn't mean she wasn't intelligent. On the contrary, she was sharp naturally so. In their group, Gilles undoubtedly ranked lowest academically, while Fanny was the undeniable bookworm. Laurent, Thérèse, and Jacqueline comfortably occupied the middle ground.
"Fanny, please…" Gilles begged, his eyes wide and pitiful, attempting his best imitation of a wounded puppy.
Fanny didn't even glance at him.
