Jordan's POV
I skipped the lunchroom and headed straight to my locker.
I hate him so much. Who does he think he is?
“Hey, Tom, you okay?” Jerry asked as I closed my locker.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” I muttered, stuffing my result slip into my bag. “I’m going.”
“Already?” He pouted.
“I’ll see you for game night later. Tell the others I’m gone.”
“What about you and Daniel? Where is he?”
“He's a jerk. I don’t want to talk about it,” I snapped.
“What did he do?”
“It’s what he didn't do. I’m leaving,” I shot back.
“Jor—”
“I said I'm fine!” I snapped and walked away.
I deleted all the pictures of me and Daniel. No point in keeping them.
As I walked, I glanced at my result slip:
AP Biology, A
History, B
AP Geography, B
AP English, A
Spanish, B+
Math, C+
P.E, B
AP Chemi
