Midterms came and went. For two weeks I couldn't pay attention to anything other than getting an A in American history and English literature.
Shehzad had three trips abroad so I wasn't bothered with his affairs for a while. Blacksmith didn't harass me again and I tried to avoid him as much as possible.
Today was the last trig test and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally . . . it's over and done with." Abigail gushed.
I smiled, putting my text books in my bag from my locker. Abigail eyed me skeptically.
"Oh . . . what do we have here?" she asked, gazing down at the various love novels and magazines in my bag. I scrunched my nose.
"What?" I scoffed.
"Zero love experience and now you have stooped to this level." She arched an eyebrow. I sloppily shrugged.
"Don't worry honey
