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Jesse:No. That’s never it in texting. That’s the fucking signal that something else is incoming. No one just texts a random “hey.” That’s like waving at someone and just turning around and walking off before they can even respond.
Sam:Well I changed my mind.
Sam:
Sam:
Jesse:You’re an idiot, you know that?
Sam:Maybe. Know what else I know?
Jesse:Are you going to actually tell me or is this “hey” the redux?
Sam:I got an A on the test.
Jesse:Congrats.
Sam:What’d you get?
Jesse:C+. You happy?
Sam:Yeah.
Sam:I mean, no, not happy. That was what I was going to ask at first, but then I looked over and you were scowling so I decided not to.
I glanced over my shoulder at him again, and he pulled a face.
Jesse:I blame your for distracting me from further studying.
Sam:It can be distracting, yeah.
Jesse:Not like that. I mean that I went back to my room and couldn’t concentrate because I was mortified.
Sam:I told you there was no reason to be. It’s no big deal.
Sam:I mean it’s big, haha, but it’s not a deal. I made a new video, curious to know what you think.
Jesse:I’m not watching any more of your videos.
Sam:Ever?
Sam:It’s a shower vid. But the lens got a little foggy. I’m not sure whether I should post it anyway or if I’ll just be opening myself to shade about the quality or getting lazy or something.
Goddamn him.
Sam:I’m legit curious. You’re a good judge of that stuff.
Jesse:What an honor. I wonder if I can put that on my resume.
Sam:Probably. I know a guy who put head of landscape design on his resume after mowing his parents’ yards all summer.
Jesse:Was it you?
A peal of laughter rang out from the back of the lecture hall. Prof. Horton stopped, then resumed after Sam apologized.
Sam:No. Fuck. Horton gave me the stink eye.
Jesse:I’m not watching my roommate’s jerk vids.
