My laughter slowly quiets down as I sigh. "Did you edit the book? And add in the pictures?" I question him as a second thought.
"Yes," he tells me. "We're handing it in tomorrow."
"Good," I confirm. I feel a question burning at the back of my mind. "Did you understand the homework Mr. Herman passed out?"
"Yeah," he nods without glancing at me. "It's easy."
"Yeah, totally," I mutter as I stare at the gravel of the parking lot.
"You don't get it, do you?" he snorts.
"No, I didn't get last classes homework either," I scoff. "My old school's curriculum was completely different. We were reading an actual book and analyzing it as a class."
"Sucks for you," he concludes with a fake frown on his face.
"Maddox," I groan pointedly. I've already asked Mr. H for help three times and each time,
