He shrugs like it's a mystery he hasn't figured out yet and his expression throws me into fits of laughter while we exit.
All the while, I try my best not to stop and turn once I feel his fiery eyes watching me from behind.
The fourth paper crashes onto the back of my head harder than the last three and my patience is currently hanging by a loose thread. Right in the middle of chemistry class while I practice my chemical reactions, Elena, who sadly takes the same class as I do, decides she's in the mood to shower me with paper balls.
I want to hit back but I'm smart enough to know how much of a trap it was.
Since the moon ceremony, where she had won the race and gotten the amity flag, according to hearsay, she's been given the title of Alpha of the month. It's like being the prom queen
