The class was unendurable, of course. Mr. Wilson's prattling about polynomial and quadratic functions wasn't really clicking in my brain. My neurons only seemed to react to the stimulation generated by Tristan's thoughts.
I hated when people did what Valerie had done minutes ago. They stuffed someone's mind with silly ideas that led to stupid conclusions-like thinking he could be interested in me, even though he had a model as a girlfriend. Or just wanted to be my friend, even though he hadn't shown any sign of it.
I rolled my head, stretching my neck muscles-tense and sore under the skin-and spotted Owen doing some doodles in his binder. We were in the back of the classroom, so it was harder for Mr. Wilson to find out Owen's artistic self-discovery. I peeked out the window next to me. T
