I had felt a small, but powerful, pat in my shoulder.

"If you sleep in my class again, Cunningham, you'll get detention." Mr. Florence spoke with slight anger in his voice.

I hated him, bald and fat. No wonder he was so fucking mad.

"Whatever." I muttered under my breath, looking down at the desk, rolling my eyes and groaning.

I looked to my side, Kamia. Ugh, her. She was like the fucking devil. I couldn't help but admire her, her face fully focused on the lesson. Her hand on the notes she was taking, I rolled my eyes again as I slumped in my seat. I hated her cause she was just so annoying, really I've never talked to her but I've met her prick of a father. Like father like daughter.

I kept listening to the boring lesson, half of the time I would zone out and try to stop myself from falling asleep. I felt another pat on my shoulder, I groaned

"What!?" I called out, but not loud enough for Mr. Florence to hear. When I saw Kamia I calmed down more. God I fuckin hate her.