Betty.
“Here, the last copy!” I ended up announcing to the entire class, instead of Adam Lewandowski, my colleague and most dreaded ex, when he was the one I was supposed to speak to.
But I couldn’t bring myself to look him right in the eye or even have a proper conversation, even as he stood right next to me, wearing that confident smile that gave me the ick; more annoying than the over-ironed blue tux he wore, and the few answer sheets he held in his hand.
A few heads turned at the sound of my voice, but that moment was cut short by Adam’s baritone command, “Start!” and instantly, the air became charged and serious.
I walked over to my desk, dropping the last question papers onto it, careful not to meet his ravenous gaze. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking I was
