Jasper kicked the floor and shot the ground a glare. Seriously!? he seethed in his mind. Why, of all people, did he have to be stuck in a group with… that? Mr. Robinson, who had given him detention last week, told him to be “more of a team player.” Tsk… A team player? Him? Did the fact that he almost burned down half the science class last year not make it crystal clear to everyone—especially the teachers—that he wasn’t exactly the poster child for group work?
Grumbling, he shuffled toward the classroom. As always, the stares followed him—quick, judgmental glances that instantly turned away when they realized he caught them. Oh, how he loved the itch those looks gave him. With a sigh, he glanced at the seat assigned to him. Great. Now he had biology with them... for the rest of the year.
He stomped over and dropped his bag with a dramatic thud, flopping down onto it like it was a pillow. He chose to ignore the perfection sitting next to him, pretending he didn’t notice the aura of way too much sunshine beside him. He could feel his eyes narrow. Why, Lord? Why?
His gaze shifted to his smug best friend, who was busy trying to flirt his way through the seating arrangement like it was some kind of sport. At least give me Kai, you monster.