When we reached the class, I ended up choosing the back row. The farther away from Morris, the better. Clyde and I have just sat down when Morris storms in, a dark, thunderous expression on his face. He slams his laptop on his desk, and when his gaze moves towards me like a laser, I have to stop myself from flinching.
"What crawled up his ass?" I mumble under my breath.
Clyde snorts, having heard me, and I see Morris's gaze flick toward him, "Is there something amusing you want to share with the whole class, Mr. Lowenstein?"
Clyde presses his lips together before venturing, "No, sir."
Maybe Morris is angry because I'm back in his class. I glance down at my notebook, not willing to engage in a battle of wills with him.
"We have a class project due next week!" Morris suddenly snaps. "De
