“Good luck,” Allie said, shoving her books into her backpack, then swinging it over her shoulder. She glanced over at Mr. Barnes, who sat behind his desk with his face stuffed in quizzes and exams less than a second after our class finished. “You’re going to need it with him.”
Allie was right. As much as I joked about Allie shaking a little ass for Barnes to raise her exam grade, he wasn’t that kind of teacher. At least, that was what I thought. Who knew anymore? Last night, I had thought that Harvey was the best tech teacher to ever grace Redwood Academy, but I knew better now.
“Thanks,” I said, gathering my books and giving her a small smile while she walked out the door. “I’ll meet you at lunch.”
When she and the rest of the class left, I inhaled sharply and walked up to Mr. Barnes’s
