I was sitting in English, my one class that wasn’t honors (all my electives were currently maths and sciences, which I excelled in, whereas I came up woefully short in English… and by woefully short, I mean a low A), trying not to feel to hopeful about seeing Brit again. I glanced over at Cooper, sitting opposite me across the room. He looked distracted and I wondered idly about leaving a threatening note in his locker, still angry about what he had said to Brit Saturday night. I dismissed the idea, I didn’t really know how to write a threatening note and he probably wouldn’t take it seriously anyway. Plus, I might get caught and that would seriously suck. Talk about ruining a perfectly good record.
Brit finally entered the room and I straightened, automatically brightening upon her entrance. I was so pathetic.
Cooper jumped up, hopping over a few desks to reach her quicker. I gripped my desk tensely, furious as I watched him approach her.
“Not now, please,” she cut him off, her expression pained.