Eleanor's POV:
'Jerk, player, asshole, brutish gorilla, clumsy giant... Don't think I'll forgive you just because you said you were worried about me!'
I vigorously wiped the classroom desk, envisioning it was Javier's face and the cloth my boxing glove. The cloth squeaked against the surface, further irritating me.
I noticed Javier glancing at me hesitantly before lowering his head to deal with his potassium permanganate "corpse."
After Ms. Kelly left, neither of us spoke a word to each other, as if handling the reagents on the table required our full attention.
What was he trying to achieve?
An apology? No way! Javier Evans apologizing to a "tool friend"? That's not his style.
'Regardless of his intentions, he ruined your assignment, Eleanor. Don't forgive him just because he looks
