JULIA
Do I still love him?
I looked at the two of them back and forth, a small smile forming on my lips. My mouth opened to respond, but then, the door opened, revealing our substitute teacher.
"Times up," he said, already wiping the instructions on the board. "Pass your papers."
"I'm not done yet," Harper muttered, quickly writing her answers on the paper.
I chuckled and handed my paper to the front. "I finished it while you guys were arguing."
They groaned and made use of the few seconds they had.
"I'm not accepting late papers," the teacher said, looking around.
"Crap," Harper muttered. "I didn't answer the last two questions right."
"Same," Gianna said. "I just wrote "art," because everything is art."
I shook my head in amusement.
Meanwhile, the substitute teacher
