I blush furiously, staring down at my desk and trying not to throw a smug smile at my ex boyfriend, two seats behind me.
My European History teacher is reading my Essay out loud. Apparently, it’s good. I don’t know how the class is reacting, I’m too busy trying to decide if I’m embarrassed or pleased.
On one side, I’m definitely embarrassed. There’s nothing more awkward then having your writing being read out loud to your peers (besides going dress shopping with your parents). On the other hand, it’s nice to finally get some recognition over my Ex.
HA! Take that Jordin.
Embarrassment seems to be winning out, so I keep staring down at my desk. At one point, I sneak a peek at Jordin. He’s scowling.
Good.
I allow myself to be briefly pleased by that. Then I see Acer across the room roll his eyes at his friend Kenny and mutter something.
He’s just jealous, he’s just jealous I chant in my head, but I can’t convince myself. My cheeks bright red, I concentrate very hard on the desktop.