She stayed back after school, waiting for Alex so they could begin studying. She wasn't sure he would show up.
After what Laz had done to his books, she dreaded facing him, but they were study partners.
For the past six months of their first year, they had been studying together.
They had an unspoken agreement to keep their personal lives separate from their academic work, and she had expected today to be no different.
Her eyes darted to the wall clock: 4:05 p.m.
Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he wasn't coming today, and she'd have to find a new study partner...a daunting task, considering Alex was the smartest guy in their year.
He was the perfect study partner.
She sighed, resigned to the possibility of studying alone, when the classroom door suddenly slid open. Alex walked in, his face expressionless. But when his eyes landed on her hoodie, his mood visibly darkened.
"Hey," she greeted cheerfully, deliberately ignoring his sour demeanor.
