Chapter 26
- And I roll my eyes before fishing out my history book, cussing when it drops to the floor, and before I can pick it; someone beats me to it.
- "Here, " Alvin says with the book stretched towards him, and I grit my teeth, knowing exactly what the bastard is trying to do. Or maybe not, because when I gaze into his eyes; he looks defeated. Or maybe that's
- just him fúcking with my emotions.