My Thursday class schedule is easier than Wednesday’s because I only have two classes. Thursday morning is calculus, which doesn’t sound easy, but for me, it is. I’ve always done well in math. I like the order and structure of it. I like that it makes sense and that each problem has a clear answer. In the afternoon I have English. I arrive on time, but when I get there almost every seat is taken, and I’m stuck sitting in the last row.
It’s not like I wanted the first row, but something in the middle would’ve been nice. I reach down to pull my laptop out of my backpack and my pens fall out all over the floor. I tend to pack a lot of pens, just in case.
“I’ll get them,” a voice says. I look over and see Dominic picking up my pens. “Here.”
He hands them to me, then takes the only seat le
