Keira’s POV
The remaining four hours of my day at school had gone by painstakingly slowly. My mental exhaustion was at its peak, and I could not wait for the last class to be over. As I shot the lecturer dagger stares, my notepads were already filled with stick doodles. Thankfully, she ended the class after thirty minutes, but not without dropping off tons of assignments and paperwork to be submitted next week.
I hated this woman.
Grabbing my stuff, I walked out of the classroom, and as I approached the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was Brendon.
“Hey boo.” I chimed after plugging in my earphones.
“Kiera. How is it going? Where are you now?”
“Parking lot,” I responded.
“Oh. I will be there in a minute. Wait up.” He said and hung up.
I walked to my car and sat on the ho
