The Girl at the Back of the Class (Editing)
It was later in the evening. My last class of the day.
I managed to get a seat in the back of the class.
I read a book while the teacher was talking about homozygous genotypes.(Boring)
Anyways, I was reading the book that I started the night before and I didn't want to be bothered.Especially at this part.
After class I usually stay behind a couple minutes to finish the chapter or to help the teacher, anything to avoid the hallways after the last bell, but I didn't manage to finish the chapter before someone touched my shoulder.
Seriously? I'm reading.
I turned around with irritation. I was suprised to say the least to what was there. Right behind me, I saw none other than the bad boy in the flesh.
"Hey," he muttered.