#Chapter33

The first battle

I silently groaned, lightly banging my head against the desk, feeling so damn tired already and also bored as hell of writing all those stupid statements and equations as our teacher, Mr. Tate kept yammering about statistics, giving me an annoying headache. And, to make it even worse, this was the only class Leila and I didn't share, so I had to endure all this shit, all by myself.

Imagine that.

"Okay class, session's over for today," Mr. Tate's gruff voice bluntly announced, drawing my attention and I absently gazed towards the front of the class, noticing him checking his wristwatch before he went behind his...