«Why do guys always have to be so complicated?! Ugh!» Kimberly exclaims, her face twisted with a mix of anger and nerves.
She's lying on her stomach on my bunk, pounding the pillow with her fist and kicking restlessly. She and Aron had a fight just before dinner—like always. That's why she came to my room. Probably… no, definitely… just to vent.
Did she take me for her best friend? Even though, to be honest, I didn't really get why they were fighting. Well, actually, I did—Aron forgot to wish her a happy eighteenth birthday—but Kimberly's reaction feels overblown and kind of misplaced.
«Honestly, you girls are the real mystery…» I reply, my voice heavy with resignation as my eyes wander uneasily to the small window overlooking the endless desert of sand and rocks around the Lunae Novae dormitory.
Tonight, something will definitely happen—I'm sure of it. But what?
