JUNE;
“You did great today,” his voice calm, eyes bright. “You didn't tell me I had just bagged myself a genius for a friend?” Matthew teased.
“Stop already, Matt,” I blushed, “It was what the teacher wanted us to do… And trust me, it was one hell of a thing to do.”
We walked slowly through the hallway leading to the staircase. My throat was tightening. Ronan was a jerk, he had ignored me the whole time in the class during the extra-mural class.
I knew none of those students stayed back to hear me speak. Me?! A broke girl who comes to college in washed-out outfits and ripped sneakers? A girl with no decent bag or fashion sense.
But there was something he did. After Teacher Harold was done with his introduction, I stood, my knees wobbled as I walked in front of the whole class, all
