"God yes," Rosario's answer came out in an heavy puff of air, somewhere between a sigh of relief and a growl of pent-up frustration. She needed off campus, and more specifically away from Archer and his oh-so-friendly needling, stat. She shot him a parting glare over her shoulder as the two of them rounded the corner at the end of the corridor. From there, the exit was in sight, and Rosario managed to hold it in until they were passing through the door (and until she was sure he wasn't going to sneak up on her a third time) before she exploded.
"He's screwing with me. I know he's screwing with me." She made a vicious swipe at the air with her free hand. "He found out about the emails, Ly. He says he wants to help me with the article I'm not writing! He wants to send it to his dad! That's just trolling, right? He was so damn smug about it, he's like, oooh, I look forward to seeing what else you track down." Rosario's impression of Archer was so posh it verged on the British. "And then! I tell him I've gotta to to class and I high-tail it out of there and guess who comes and sits right next to me in the lab? For real. And now I'm stuck with him for a lab partner for the whole semester!"