Zane and I study endlessly in the quiet library. The only sounds are flipping pages, small whispers, and clicking pens.

“This is stupid, why are we studying on a Friday night?” Zane complains, his hand in his hair, anxiously studying.

“Because we have an exam on Monday that’s worth half our grade,” I respond, trying to focus on the material.

Zane sighs, plastering a grim look on his face.

I roll my eyes.

“Fine. One more hour and then we can go get some food. How’s that?” I say.

He smirks. “Sounds good to me.”

An hour later, we pack up our things and head to the car.

Zane drives, but he isn’t heading towards food.

“Zane, where are we going?” I say, annoyed.

“To race some cars.”

“Zane!”

“Please Ellie, it’s Friday. We have all weekend to study and relax and—“

“Fine.”

And so, our Friday night comprised of illegal racing and loud music.

I sat away from all the chaos, silently studying in my head as Zane ran around having fun.

I wish I was still in the library.