Alexa’s Pov
As my teacher goes over exponential and trigonometric graphs again, I sit in the back of the class and doodle smiley faces on my notebook.I heard my name being whispered by someone. Recognizing the voice, I chose to ignore it. Suddenly, I felt a paper ball hitting my shoulder. I turned around quickly and shot a glare at Latif, who was sitting two rows down.
"Alex, we need to have a conversation," he murmured.
"I don't have anything to say to you," I retorted.
"Please just listen to me," he urged.
"Go to hell, Michael," I whispered angrily before turning away. Luckily, the teacher had turned her back and didn't hear us.
Michael called my name once more, but I chose to keep ignoring him. I had no interest in hearing what he had to say. He had no justification for how he tre
