The bell rang, and as if he had been eagerly awaiting the sound, Elijah jumped to his feet, grabbed his backpack, and bolted out the door before Mrs. Thatcher could even finish saying ‘class dismissed.’
The asshole probably wanted to leave all the work for me, when he was the one who initiated the argument in the first place.
“This is like the second time Elijah Wolf has spoken more than two words in class since sophomore year.” Wendy informed, getting to her feet and stretching with an ecstatic sigh. “I think he might be interested in you. Or at least he’s very intrigued. I could literally see the obvious curiosity in his eyes, and I was across the room.”
“What’s his deal?” I said with a hiss, packaging the file into my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder. One of the straps caugh
