"Oh, C'mon! It's my house that's drowned, and you're having a long face?"
"It's...It's nothing," I turn away from her, shouldering my bag tighter, quickening my pace.
"Micajah, What's the matter?" I can feel her tugging at a belt hanging from my bag, trying to turn me to face her.
"Please, Nicole. I'm not in the mood," I sigh and walk faster, implying that I don't want to be in anyone's company right now. She picks up my sullen mood and doesn't say anything, thankfully leaving me alone.
What can I say to her anyway?
That Seneca threw me against a wall and kissed me all over, before leaving me all of a sudden, and is now giving me the cold-shoulder?
Yeah, not gonna happen.
I pass the open doors of Mr. Devon's AP Maths classroom before I could think twice about it. Only then I realize
