I flick the page of my k****e over as I stop myself from playing into his hands and saying the words shut up. The girls behind me snicker again. I glare at my k****e. I won’t be surprised if the screen breaks under the pressure.
“What does chapter two say?” the girl behind me asks as the bus arrives and pulls to a stop.
“Get on the bus,” I hear him say from behind me.
I walk on and take a window seat at the back, and he comes and sits beside me.
Are you kidding me?
“This is a great seat,” he whispers. “I like it.”
“Stop talking to me,” I growl.
“I can’t. You see, I’ve finally worked it out. And I need you to listen to me so that we can sort this mess out.”
I stare out the window.
“I mean, how can we fix this if you won’t speak to me?”
“We won’t. That’s the point,” I mutter dryly.
