I blinked as it dawned on me that I'd read the same line over and over again. Or rather, I'd stared at that same line for quite a while. I still had no idea what it said. I narrowed my eyes and tried to focus, leaned my head in my hand, but my mind wandered with the first word.
Dammit.
I rubbed a hand roughly down my face then went back to my attempts to focus. I leaned my head back into my hand, narrowed my eyes and stared at the page, but a few seconds later, my mind wandered again. Of course, it wandered to Anita, and the last time I was at her place.
After another long moment of inattention, I growled to myself and leaned back in my seat to close my eyes against it all. I was at home, locked in my room while I tried to study. I didn't want my dad to walk in and bother me, and he couldn't if my door was locked. I knew he was mad at me, but the standard in our house was to ignore each other or argue, and I went for the former. I couldn't seem to get into the process, though.