reject rejection

’ dude, i’ve been thinking… – maybe this college shit is too much work. ’ the brunette continued to flip through the channels until she found the right one, entranced by the food network. ‘ i’m dropping out and going on cutthroat kitchen. ’

“Go ahead. You can drop out if you’d like. It’s your choice anyway,” they replied, eyes looking over at the television. “Just remember that there’s a chance you could always be eliminated.”

“Excuse me? Excuse me.” He looked over at the table across from him. “Do you mind…turning your i-whatevers down a bit? I am trying to concentrate. I do not get much relaxation time, and the library is where I go to….” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Never-mind it.”

Hearing a voice coming from behind them, they rose an eyebrow before replying, “My bad, man. I didn’t realize how loud it was.” After speaking up, they faced their radio and instantly turned down the volume before facing the other once again. “Better?”