I was so sick of her hypocrisy.
I didn't feel like killing her like before, but I definitely wouldn't want to be friends with her.
Fortunately, Joanna lived far away from Michael and my room. There was nothing special, and she had no reason to come to our place. I didn't have to see her annoying smiling face all the time.
"What are you doing?" Joanna held a glass of juice and sat naturally next to Kate and me. She always acted like a hostess in this house.
Kate and I put our notebooks on the table, with our printed handouts and notes next to them.
Any average person could see what we were doing at a glance, but Joanna insisted on asking. It was an unnecessary and lame way to break the ice. There was also a subtle arrogance in her tone, like a teacher greeting her students.
I sighed internally and reluctantly replied, "We're doing our homework."
