"You're not listening to me, are you?" he asks, clearly disappointed. Ugh, I zoned out again.
"No, of course not, I WAS listening," he rolls his eyes and starts getting up from the bench where we were seated. "Okay, I lied, I'm sorry. I swear I'm all ears now, please continue," I motion him to sit back down on the bench. He shoots me a look and continues with his story and I try my best to concentrate this time. The things I do for friendship; listening to the same old tales about who did what in class. Which reminds me, I need to finish that project this week, can't procrastinate this time. I'll knock my team mates for updates tonight. I remember the last time I did that, ended up having to pull an all-nighter to finish that assignment; oh god, the horror. I'll go to sleep early today, got an 8 AM class tomorrow.
What am I doing sitting here in the gallery? Oh wait. I zoned out AGAIN.