She threw coffee all over my face.

Chapter 1

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During crunch time for grad school applications, a spot in the library was more valuable than gold.

That day, I woke up at 5 AM just to claim one.

I went to the restroom for five minutes, and when I came back, all my books and notes were dumped on the floor.

A girl was comfortably sitting in my spot, scrolling on her phone.

I swallowed my anger. "Excuse me, someone's sitting here."

She didn't even look up. "Where? I don't see anyone."

"You're the worst kind of person, just leaving a few books to hog a spot all day. I'm here to put an end to that kind of entitlement."

I pointed at my scattered books. "I was in the restroom for five minutes. What gives you the right to steal my spot and throw my stuff?"

"Five minutes? For all I know, you were off hooking up in the bathroom!"

"Watch your mouth! Hooking up in the bathroom? Sounds like you do that often, doesn't it?"

As if I'd hit a nerve, she grabbed the coffee cup from the desk and splashed it straight into my face.

"Here's a little something to cool you down. Don't go around barking like a mad dog. This spot is mine now." The scalding coffee streamed down my face, burning painfully.