The rest of the class went by with me processing Reign's blueprints to all of these mysteries and Eugene anxiously tapping his fingertips against his desk; Miss Jane, the history teacher, had to caution him twice, while the rest of our classmates were either blushing or offering Reign a smile from their tables.
At lunch break, when Eugene had to leave for polo practice for the upcoming game against lincoln heights Academy, a neighboring elite school, I found the cafeteria hard to tolerate, with the constant mention of Reign's name around the tables or girls giggling to his social media sites and boys suggesting a party worth his standard, I just have to leave, mostly now that I do not understand why Gregory and Rosy are taking a different table.
I headed to the senior book store, based
