Rubys POV

“What do you think Shakespeare’s motivation for writing this poem was?”

I glared forward at Connell, tapping my fingers on my desk. He gave me a smile back, pointing to the board that had something about Shakespeare written on it. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to read whatever it said, before giving up.

Connell was mad at me because I had ‘kidnapped’ his dog over the weekend. I disregarded the ‘kidnapped’ part, because I had simply borrowed him while Connell was at the gym, and took him to the doggy park.

If anything, I am doing a good service for him. And after Connell had...