All everyone talked about at school these days was that stupid dance. They were obsessed with the dance and the teacher. They’d practice during lunch and after school, and those who didn’t practice fell behind. That was a huge pain for the rest of us, since we had to work extra hard to catch up.
With Zavian as a partner, it made it impossible for me to make any progress. Even as I sat next to him in Physics class, he’d stare at Amber for half the period. She was hot, I agreed. She might be one of the most beautiful girls in the entire school. But couldn’t Zavian see through that mask into her ugly heart?
“Are you listening?” I asked him during a lesson. Zavian shrugged. “This is important for the project we have to do.” I didn’t care about him or his workload, but if it affected my marks
