Luneth's voice jars me out of my daze.
"Nothing."
"Really? You've been staring at the same page for the past half an hour."
Looking down, I realise he's right. I haven't turned the page at all since I opened the book.
"I give up on studying. History is such a chore."
"Is not. It's fun."
"No, it's not fun."
"Yes, it is."
"YOU say physics is a chore. And chemistry too."
"That's different! That's science people kind of stuff. History isn't."
"You just suck at formulas."
"You suck at writing argumentative essays for humanities. We're even."
I roll my eyes and shut the textbook with a snap. I look up from my seated position on the floor; Luneth is lying on the bed, his head over the edge, so when I look at him, his face is upside down.
"Why aren't you studying for the test tomorrow?"
"I told you already, I'm done revising."
He rolls over, no longer upside down.
"But obviously we're not going to get anywhere because you keep doing a spacebar."
"I'm spacing out because I don't like this topic. I'm not being emo or anything."
"I never said you were being emo. I just think something's bothering you."
"And why would you come to that conclusion?" By now, I'm getting a little irritable.
He gives me a once-over.
"Well, for one, you've been more than a little sulky ever since you came over this afternoon."
"That's just because I was tired."
"I think it has something to do with Lightning being out of town for the week."
"It's got NOTHING to do with that."
"You're a lousy liar, Hope."
I feel the tone of my voice get a little harsh.
"Are you going to help me study or not?"
Luneth is a little taken aback, but he shrugs. "Whatever you say."