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Amara's pov
Once i reapplied my mascara i finally went to class.
"Miss Cohen you are 5 minutes late." The teacher stared at the clock on the wall.
"Sorry." i muttered before walking to my seat.
I sat next to Benny and just looked away awkwardly.
That was when the teacher walked by my desk with a detention slip.
"Are you kidding?" i muttered to myself.
"That's what you get." Benny teased.
"Oh now you're talking to me." I jotted down today's notes.
"Yeah i guess so."
"Well too bad. I'm not talking to you."
I really didn't talk to him.
Him talking to me right now made me realize that i was mad. How does he get to decide when he wants to be friends? Thats not fair.
No thanks.
"Oh now you're mad at me?" he scooted my chair closer to his as we did group work.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you think it's okay to just be rude to me one minute, ignore my existence and then decide when you want me to be your friend again. I'm not allowing that,"
"Mar.... i'm sorry," he let out a sigh. "Now stop being mad.... last time you were mad at me was in the 4th grade for stepping on a grasshopper on accident. I'm not going through this again." he shook his head.
"Do you like Florence?" i finally asked.
"What?" he seemed caught off guard.
"You heard me." i crossed my arms.
"She's cool. Hard worker,"
"Do you have a crush on her?"
"Mar why are you asking?" he questioned me.
"Because i want to know."
"You want me to be honest?"
"Obviously." i shot him a glare.
"I do a little bit." he shrugged it off like it was no big deal.
