ANTHONY’S POV
“I come late to class one time and you are already frolicking with the enemy,” Anderson said angrily and he stuffed his locker with his books and polaroid camera. He had been using that ever since his digital camera was stolen. Even after reporting the incident to the school authorities, not much was done about it. Now he had to work extra shifts at his after-school job to buy a new one.
“Don’t be dramatic, Anderson. I wasn’t ‘frolicking’ with Blake. It was just a misunderstanding.”
“It always is, isn’t it?” He faced me now, his brown hair falling into his eyes and making the angry green glow of them almost impossible to see clearly.
“I almost fell over the foot pedal cord and he caught me. Trust me, I didn’t want to be engaged in an arm lock with Blake Lindell of all peo
