Chapter 9- The Weirdo I hated

I didn't utter a word but I nodded at him, as a reply to his question. I at least had a friend to walk to the class; although we weren't in the same class, both of our classrooms were on the second floor of the old academic block. His class was Eleven Arts 'B' which was opposite mine.

"Sometimes even the person we really don't fancy comes in handy but I wish that he won't pick on me like always," I thought, looking at him.

To my surprise, he looked innocent and withdrawn unlike before, who always loved to pick on me, irritate me...