After Breaking Up, She Regrets It

Just hearing about exams made my scalp tingle.

I could barely scrape by with a passing grade by studying in an online course and doing some practice tests, but the process was grueling.

I consulted several training institutions and finally chose one with a high pass rate, and then registered for an account on a practice test app.

Using my brain was exhausting, especially when I had to stay mentally focused.

I did not know how much time had passed before I could not take it anymore and slumped over my desk.

Half-asleep, I heard the door open and the sharp click of high heels on the floor.

"Spencer..." Valery called out a few times from the doorway, but there was no response.

She shoved open the half-closed door of my room with her bag and saw me dozing off, which made her even angrier.

"Spencer!"

I twisted my neck and sat up. "What's wrong?"

Seeing my reaction, Valery hesitated for a moment and then threw her bag on the floor.

Who knew what she was mad about this time?

Maybe it was because I had not messaged her after coming back, and she was frustrated that she could not control me.

"Why didn't you respond to my messages? What have you been doing?"

I picked up my phone and saw a few missed calls, all from her.

But by then, it was already past 10 p.m.

"Brock was in a bad mood and got drunk. No one was there to take care of him, so I went to check on him..."

I did not say anything. I just turned around and plugged in my phone, which was about to die.

"Why are you so petty? Nothing is going on between me and him!"

"That's none of my business."

I yawned and laid back down on the bed. "It's late. I'm exhausted. If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Spencer, is this really necessary? Let's talk about this!"

"Are you alright?" My indifference left Valery a bit stunned.

She stomped her foot but did not know what else to say.

This time, she was the one at a loss. Before, it had always been me who was left flustered by her scolding.

"Get some rest. Well, please close the door on your way out."

I turned over and pulled the blanket over my head, ignoring her.

"How dare you, Spencer!" she snapped before storming out, slamming the door behind her.

Even with the blanket over my head, I heard a loud bang.

I knew exactly why she was angry.

It was nothing more than the fact that she had taken the initiative to reconcile, but I did not play along and made her feel humiliated instead.

But so what? All I wanted was a good night's sleep.