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𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 the notes he had spread out on his desk. He had probably read this page about five times over, but nothing was sticking. He could barely even recall the first sentence, which wasn't a good sign.

Maybe he was too nervous because the first final exam was in a few days. Or because graduation was only a little more than a month away. Or maybe he couldn't focus because it was just about the most boring thing he had ever learned in the past four years (a course on International Political Economy wasn't fun—who would've thought!).

He entertained the thought of just giving up and taking a nap. He wasn't even studying much, anyway; every ten minutes he'd be scrolling through Instagram or watching a YouTube video. This would probably be good for him, he tried to reason with himself. He should reset, and then he could get started after dinner. He tried not to think about the fact that if he got up from this chair, he probably wouldn't sit on it for the rest of the night.

Closing his notebook, he sighed. No use in studying if wasn't putting his full attention on it.

He had just dropped onto his bed when his phone began to ring. Milagro's grinning face appeared on his phone, and he picked up the call.

He wasn't even able to get out a 'Hey' before Milagro said:

"Has Reina told you if she's staying with us yet or not?"

Jaime frowned. "Hello to you, too, loving sister."

"Hi, Jaime." He could hear the eye roll through her tone. "Now, is she?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Because I'm excited! I don't wanna get my hopes up for nothing."

"She hasn't told me yet." Jaime sighed, sitting up and leaning back on the headboard. 

Almost three weeks had passed since he had given her the invitation, and every time he brought it up, she'd give him the same 'I just need a little more time to think.' He was getting nervous; was she just trying to think of a way to let him down nicely? He'd rather her just rip the band aid off, at this point.

"I'm sure she'll tell me in the next few days."

"And when she does, you immediately tell me, okay?"

He huffed. "Ay, Mili, why don't you just ask her?"

"I don't wanna bother her! I can't have her annoyed with me before she comes!"

"Oh," he scoffed, "but you're fine with bothering me."

"I mean, bothering you is in my job description."

"Great." He sighed. "Can't wait to come home."

"Okay, I gotta go. Nana wants me to watch her show with her."

Jaime managed to get a quick goodbye in before Milagro hung up. He sighed as he shoved his phone into his pocket. He loved that girl, but sometimes . . . Boy, could she get on his nerves.

His body slacked from its rigid position. The wooden headboard wasn't all that comfortable to lean against—the creaking and chipped edges digging into his shoulders weren't all that great, either—so he decided to just sprawl himself across the bed again.

He was glad that Milagro was okay with Reina staying in her room—she was more than happy, by the sounds of it. They had clicked almost instantly when they met at Jaime's twenty-first birthday (his parents had let Milagro come down to Gotham as a little high school graduation gift, and it had been just in time for his birthday). He wasn't sure how much they had talked, or what about, but then again, he couldn't remember most of that night.