American Literature was better. There was a familiar face in the class, even if he doesn’t like me very much. Not to be mean, but not many people like him either- so he might know what I’m going through, at least somewhat. “I’m assuming you guys read your chapters and wrote the paragraphs.”
A few people groaned and she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Everyone was sat with their groups and I was sitting diagonal to Noah, knowing that it’d be weird if I sat directly across from him, especially because he has a problem with eye contact. Unless he’s glaring from afar, because I can tell you that he has no problem glaring into your soul.
I may not know Noah well but I know that he isn’t like most studets here at school. For the most part, he doesn’t feed into drama and he doesn’t go
