they were set up in the living room of her apartment, books and each of their laptops set up in a strange pattern all over the big coffee table centered in the room. elliot huffed, frustrated with the math problem she was working on. she had done it twice already, and had gotten two different answers so far. she loved math, but sometimes it made her want to rip her hair out. “i can’t do this.” she muttered, letting out a groan and tossing her pencil down onto her notebook. “i hate this honors calculus class.” she sighed and rubbed her temples for a moment, gazing over at hartley. “help me out before i lose my goddamn mind, please?” she asked. she was almost jealous of how great he was at math, simply because it always seemed like he never struggled.
“i feel like my professor wants us to suffer. like who else assigns all these problems to do in two days?” she mumbled. “i need a drink.” elliot got up from the spot she was sitting at on the floor, walking over to her liquor cabinet and pulling out a bottle of vodka.
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