Jonah didn’t sit next to me in history. Instead, he sat next to Waverly who was drooling in his presence. Jonah's hair was damp and it was obvious that he got the ketchup out, but I bet his hair still smells like it. I turned my glare from Waverly to my paper. Why was I even glaring at Waverly? She didn't do anything wrong! I wasn't the only one glaring at her, though. Lindsay was tucked in the back of the room with a sour look on her face.
Mr. G was a bit confused, too, like myself. He thought that Jonah and I were ‘besties.’ I know what I did was bad. I realized that five seconds after I did it. But then again, he would've assumed I was crazy if I dumped ketchup in his hair and then frantically apologized before helping him get cleaned up. Right now, I feel like slamming my head on a ta
