Samira's POV
By the time the final bell rang, my patience was hanging by a thread. It wasn't because of classes; classes were easy. It was everything else that made the day feel longer than it should have.
"Do not even think about escaping." Novia warned the moment I stepped into the hallway, her eyes narrowing as she anticipated my move.
I paused mid-step and looked at her, trying to keep my face a mask of innocence. "I was not."
I definitely was.
"You were." Amanda interjected, appearing beside her with her bag already slung over her shoulder and a knowing smirk on her lips. "I saw your face in the last five minutes of class. You had that look."
"What does that even mean?" I asked, shifting my weight and looking for an opening in the crowd.
"It means you were planning to disappear
