Marcus drilled holes in the back of my head during Intro to Physiology again. He hated me. I was okay. Now he hated me again. He must have seen me talking with Kevin the night before.
Even Shayla, my study partner noticed. “I can’t figure out if Marcus Banks hates you or wants to screw you.”
“Hates me.” The horror of the other option. “I’m friends with his brother.”
And that was the wrong thing to say. She suddenly wanted to be more than study partners. She wanted to be lunch buddies, hanging-out-on-weekends buddies, and before she babbled out any other idea she could think of, I said my goodbye and slipped away at the end of class.
Avery came to my room when I got back, and I filled her in on everything that had happened last night.
“So Kevin just showed up and dropped all that bulls
