As soon as class ends, I hastily stuff my books into my bag, eager to bolt before Aamon can corner me. I shouldn't have involved myself with him; it's bound to break some university rules. My phone buzzes in my bag, distracting me from my escape.
Fumbling through my oversized bag for my phone, I accidentally spill half its contents onto the concrete floor. "Damn it," I mutter, irritated by my clumsiness under stress. Only then do I check my phone – it's my mom calling again.
With a pang of guilt for ignoring her earlier call, I pick up. My mother doesn't usually call unless it's something serious. Bracing myself, I answer, "Hey, Mom. Sorry, I missed your call earlier. I was running late for class."
"That's alright, honey. I need to speak with you in person. Can you come over for tea tom
