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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.