Enedina
I shared my book and seat with Azazel Reed.
Seriously? Honestly, what does this name even mean?
We both were quiet and listening to Ms. Bell teaching. She gave us a question to solve.
"Do you have a piece of paper?" Azazel asked. I tore a few pages and handed it to him.
"Thanks. Do you have a pen too?" he asked again. I fetched a spare ball-point pen from my bag and handed it to him.
"Why are you even in the class?" I muttered. He gave a smirk.
What the...? It was barely audible to my own ears.
"Ms. Bells, I think I solved it. Is the answer 57?" Azazel asked.
What? Already? What is he? A computer?
"Impressive. Mr. Reed," Ms. Bell seems surprised. "You are quite a smart one."
He smirked. I solved the problem myself and the bell rang. After a few more classes, I went to th
