BLAKE’S POV
“This is...not at all what I was expecting from you guys.”
Anderson, Anthony and I stared back at Clara with the same expression we gave each other this morning before going to class – annoyed with a hint of resignation and acceptance of our fate.
“That is actually way better than what you were expecting, I believe,” Anderson said. We all knew it wasn’t true and I felt bad for him when he received mocking looks from our other classmates and teacher.
“I can assure you this was not what I was expecting.” She dropped the Knight that I made – I could tell it was mine because of the way it was shaped like a deformed giraffe – and faced Anthony.
“What the hell happened?”
“Basketball practice, homework, personal life. You know, the usual.” Damn! I didn’t think Anthony had it in
