She sneezed for the third time that day.
“You okay, Katie?” Philip turned to look at her, concern spread across his entire face.
“Fine fine,” she said even as she reached in her pocket for a tissue to blow her nose.
A dark haired girl sitting beside Katie stood up, hurried to another table, and sat back down.
“What’s her problem?” he mumbled under his breath, loud enough for Katie to hear.
“She just doesn’t want to get sick. Maybe you should stay away from me too. I wouldn’t want to get you sick right before exams.”
Philip waved his hand in the air like he was dismissing that idea. “I don’t get sick.”
Katie sniffed. “Sure you don’t.”
“I haven’t gotten my flu shot in eight years and I’ve never had the flu”
She picked up her pen, trying to jot down some notes on evolution in her journal. “Hopefully you didn’t jinx it.” Dropping her pen, Katie rubbed her hands together. Afterwards, she blew on them. “Is it just me or did this room get a lot colder?”
“It’s just you.” Tipping his chair back on its two hind legs, Philip interlaced his fingers behind his head.
“Don’t you think you should at least open your books?” She eyed his unopened biology textbook and lab manual.
He smiled, the left corner of his mouth creeping higher than the right. “I don’t study either.”
“You don’t fail either?”
Katie shot him a look. “We’ll see about that.”