It must be said that power-tripping teachers with grudges were the worst.
Grumbling about being forced to take another errand for the gardening club, I adjusted the weight of the pot around my arms and hiked up the stairs.
A loud noise almost made me drop the pot just when I was about to go up the last staircase. Curious, I looked to the side of the hall to see Roan helping a girl with the notebooks she was carrying. The girl was blushing wildly, stammering her thanks. And when she’d disappeared around the corner, Roan found me and smiled.
“Hey, Wendy.”
“Hey, Roan.”
“I called you out earlier but you seemed to be having such deep thoughts that you didn’t hear me,” he spoke with a slight frown. “Where are you going?”
“Ah, sorry. I kind of was thinking about something.” More like cursin
