*Kyan*
Avoiding Emory isn’t as easy as I’d hoped. Not only do we have another class together after lunch, we run into each other between classes every time, and even when I tell myself I’m not going to wait and make sure that he gets to his class okay, I find myself lingering in the hallway, watching. Making sure Malcolm doesn’t try any funny business.
My last class of the day, Malcolm walks in. He sees me, and a smirk forms on his lips. Rather than crossing to the other side of the room, as I pray he would, he sits down next to me. The professor is moving papers around on her desk, not paying any attention. “So… I hear your little friend got trapped in his locker.”
“Shut the f**k up, Malcolm,” I whisper. We’re in the back of the room, so I don’t think Ms. Goldstein can hear us, but I d
