I silently groaned, lightly banging my head against the desk,feeling so damn tired already and also bored as hell of writing all those stupidstatements and equations as our teacher, Mr. Tate kept yammering aboutstatistics, giving me an annoying headache. And, to make it even worse, thiswas the only class Leila and I didn't share, so I had to endure all this s**t,all by myself.
Imagine that.
"Okay class, session's over for today," Mr. Tate'sgruff voice bluntly announced, drawing my attention and I absently gazedtowards the front of the class, noticing him checking his wristwatch before hewent behind his desk and started gathering some files.
I sighed in relief, thankful that our classes were finally overfor today then grabbed my stuff and carelessly threw them in my backpack, hurryingto
