ARIA
We barely made it through the rest of that class.
As far as “getting to know your partner” went, I’d had enough for a lifetime.
Adrian made it impossible to concentrate. He breathed too loudly, moved too much, smirked too often. Every little thing he did scraped against my nerves like sandpaper. By the time the bell rang, my patience was hanging by a thread. My hands trembled as I stuffed my notebook into my bag, the corners digging into my palm until I felt the sting of pain. I didn’t even glance at him. If I did, I’d probably throw my pen at his face.
It was time for the next class anyway, and I needed to get away from him—away from that smug grin and the faint, expensive smell of his cologne that lingered too long in the air.
I needed silence. Space. Anything that didn’t sound
