(Amanda Pov)
In my first period, I’m doing my best to ignore Adam, which is no easy feat since he keeps passing me notes. I just brush them aside.
“Amanda,” he whispers, but I pretend I didn’t hear him and focus on my notes.
“Don’t act like this, Amanda,” he says, poking me in the side. I swat his hand away, but he just does it again.
“Amanda, come on, talk to me! I already apologized,” he whines. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the teacher. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pinch on my side, causing me to squeak in surprise. I turn to see Adam laughing.
“Leave me alone, Adam,” I hiss, facing the board, only to catch the teacher glaring at us.
“Amanda and Adam, is there something you’d like to share with the class?” he asks, and I feel my face heat up.
“No, sir,” I mumble, whil
