*Kyan*
I purposely sit in the back corner of the room so that only a few other students will have seats near me. It’s not that I don’t want to sit by Emory…. No, that’s exactly it. I don’t want to sit by him. I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want to think about him. Argh. Why does that guy have to be so infuriating? Ever since he walked into my life, he’s been nothing but trouble. And after that asinine comment Luka made earlier, about us being joined at the hip, well, I’m ready to go request a room change.
I’m still fuming a little when the bell rings. I look around the room. I didn’t see Emory come in, but he has to be here. Unless he got his schedule changed, which I doubt, but that would be great.
I look down every row, every column, but I don’t see him. That’s so weird. Our loc
