But did Nicholas and I actually agree to be friends?
We didn’t actually have a conversation to define our relationship. After the rain had stopped, he took me home and since then, we’ve only exchanged nods of acknowledgement in the hallway whenever we passed by each other.
I again thought I should distance myself from Nicholas.
But fat chance of that happening when we shared a class and sit beside each other.
“Why do you keep staring out of the window?”
I glanced at Nicholas. “No reason.”
“Why don’t you c***k open a book instead?”
“If you have so much time to worry about my grades, why don’t you try trimming your hair?” I snarled. “Can you even see the board like that?”
He smirked. “I see it fine, Wendy. That’s why I’m not at the bottom of class like someone I know.”
I gave him a
