Chapter 4
“Coward,” Maxi said.
“Shut up,” Tab retorted.
They were perched on the low wall outside the main lecture block, Maxi luxuriously drawing on a cigarette in such a manner that it looked like she was giving head and having an orgasm at the same time. The way everyone was staring at her was not coincidental, and Tab hunched further into his coat, scowling. Even Maxi’s cigarette was getting more of a love life than he was.
“You’re a coward,” Maxi repeated.
“I am not.”
“You were supposed to have brought a picture by last week. Yvonne’s going to kill you.”
Tab shrugged. They were supposed to have brought photos of their subjects for approval, but he hadn’t yet. And he wasn’t worried about Yvonne, of all people. His ‘development tutor’ (whatever that meant) was actually an art his
