Maddox claimed to no longer be angry. He even offered me what he called an apology, which went something like this:
We were in third period, Forensic Science, and we had a small project to do. He decided to be my partner and I didn't bother telling him to bug off, partially because I didn't want to work with someone I didn't know, but mostly because he made an effort to fix things- which isn't something he usually does. I'm usually the one doing the fixing.
"You're not mad anymore?" I asked as I pressed my finger against an ink pad, putting it on its designated box on the paper.
"No," he replied stiffly. I glanced at him before slightly shaking my head.
"What if I'm still angry?" I responded.
"You're not," he replied bluntly. I looked at him and he shrugged, fingerprinting his ring fi
