IRIS
I push the door open to the classroom, not expecting anyone to be in yet, especially not Adrian. But there he is, seated at one of the front tables, hands interlocked on the surface, eyes locked on absolutely nothing.
I pause in the doorway, tilting my head slightly. “Okay… now I know pigs are flying outside. You’re early?”
No response.
I blink. “Did you hit your head this morning? Or are we in an alternate universe where Adrian McAlister shows up before me for tutoring?”
Still nothing. Not even the usual lazy smirk or sarcastic retort.
I narrow my eyes. “Hello? Earth to Adrian?” I walk in, dropping my bag loudly on the table next to his. “What’s up with you?”
He finally blinks. Slowly. Then turns to look at me.
And it’s not the usual look. Not the mischievous, flirtatious gle
