The students kept on roaming in the hallway as Elliot, Belle, and I hurried our way towards our classroom. The humming was the plain thing I can do to defy the awkwardness accumulating in the air.
Elliot and Belle both seem to be in deep thoughts. Are they still confused? Can I give them an answer or can I not? I will only humiliate myself further if I share this with them.
Once we arrived, they let me enter the room first. I began roaming my eyes around the entire classroom and a few of our classmates’ presence is still pending. My eyes paused the moment it laid itself on the man that despises me more than anything in his life. He lacks therapy. Thousands of therapy for his attitude and the manner his brain clicks with his. Look at how menacing his stares are the moment I arrive at the
