“So how’s it going with Mr. Alpha?”, Trina smirked as we entered the auditorium for today’s assembly.
It had been a little over a week since Lyndon and I started working together and surprisingly, it had not yet gone to sh*t. Ever since the first day, we have grown more casual with one another.
By that I mean that conversations come easy between us and the awkwardness that existed before has dwindled.
Well, at least, in his household.
At school, Lyndon still treated me as if we did not know each other. Sometimes, he would sneak gestures in my direction from inside jokes that we had created, but outside of that, he treated me as anyone would treat someone they had rejected.
Nonexistent.
I was not complaining though because it would have been too much to explain if we started hangin
