Page 83 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
That was easy. “Because you and your friends have some sick obsession with tormenting me.”
“That is true.” He nodded and clicked his tongue. “But that’s only because you look so adorable when you’re scared.”
“You don’t scare me.” Issac on the other hand…
“You’re even more adorable when you lie.”
“I’m not lying.” Not completely.
Seeing him sitting there made me feel relieved. Someone was watching me, which meant I wasn’t losing my mind. My paranoia wasn’t unjustified. So, no, at this moment, Ravi didn’t scare me. If anything, I was irritated.
“Your intimidation tactics won’t work on me.”
A flicker of amusement flashed across Ravi’s face. “You sure about that?”
“Yes.” I was absolutely sure.
This was my class, not his. And no one, not Ravi, Issac, nor any of their friends, was going to affect the plans I had for my future.
“You should leave now before I tell Dr. Kellerman that you don’t belong here.”
“Aw,” he gave me a mocking frown. “Are you going to blow my cover, Sunshine?”
I glared at him. “Yes, I am.”
“Okay, but how sure are you that I don’t belong here?”
Was that a trick question? “One hundred percent.”
In the background, I could hear Dr. Kellerman ask, “Can anyone tell me what defines a disconformity, and why it’s more dangerous than an angular unconformity?”
Ravi stared directly at me and answered, “A disconformity occurs when sedimentary layers are parallel, but there’s a gap in the record. Missing time isn’t obvious. It’s dangerous because it looks normal.”
Son of a…
How the hell did he know that? What did he do, memorize the textbook?
“That doesn’t…” was all I got out before another familiar voice spoke up.
“Hold up.”
My eyes swung over to the manbun in the middle row on the left side of the room. Levi was here too. I was about to point out that neither of them belonged in this class when Levi opened his mouth.
“If layers of history can be destroyed or rewritten, then how do we know that the version we have is real?”
Are you fucking kidding me?
Okay, now I was pissed off, and not just because I should’ve thought of that question.
“Yeah, is the geologic record truth, or is it just the best lie that survived?” Someone else piped n before I could, making me grit my teeth.
Slater’s smug face was on the right side of the room near the front of the class.
That’s it. They could torment me all they wanted. They could make me cry, hurt me, hell, I could even let Issac’s violation go. But this… this was complete bullshit. It would be a cold day in hell before I ever let them out-geology me.
“It’s real.” I barked at Slater. “Science is based on evidence, and stratigraphy gives us physical proof.”
Let’s see them argue that. They probably didn’t even know what stratigraphy meant.
