After school, I sat across from Akio at Beestra, a fast-food place where all the Redwood students hung out on the weekends. I stared at my Bio textbook and grabbed a fry from the center of the table, furrowing my brows at the words on the page.
“I don’t know why Barnes decides to give us tests every other week,” I said.
“Because he has nothing better to do.”
“We don’t even cover this much material in class,” I grumbled to myself, angrily biting the fry and staring at the chapters. “Does he expect us to teach ourselves, understand the material, and ace the test?”
and Akio glanced up from his textbook. “We do, don’t we?”
My lips curled into a snarl. “Yeah, but still, he’s annoying.”
A couple of the football players strolled in to grab a milkshake after practice, the notorious Jace Harb
