He continued talking and I laughed sincerely. My whole view on him was altering. It seems as if he’s only a jerk to me- or at least when he knows I’m me. I’m trying to give out as little information as possible- seeing as one slip-up could mess up the entire conversation. It’s pretty hard to do when he’s slinging random questions at me. So far, I’ve already ignored his two attempts at finding out my name.
“Where do you fit into the social ladder at school?” he asked me. It wasn't a random question because as we were talking about school in general, so I guess I expected it to come up at some point.
I shrugged, letting out another unattractive snort. “I don’t.”
He gave me a curious look. “Why not?”
I shrugged again, l*****g my lips and bringing the drink to them. “I don’t get along well
