I slightly turned my head when Ms. Halverson wasn't looking and whispered to him behind me, "Gilbert."
He didn't even look up to acknowledge me. His nose buried deep into Act 3 of King Lear and was frantically writing something in the margin. I faced the front, annoyed, and blankly stared at Ms. Halverson go on and on about King Lear needing....something, whatever it was, I had no idea. I didn't understand any of the words that were coming out of her mouth.
I opened my laptop and went to Gilbert's messages.
Me: GILBERT
Me: I don't know what's going on.
Me: Can you help me please?
I don't hear him typing a response behind me but I hear him set his book and pen down. I feel him whisper behind me into the back of my head, "Well maybe if you weren't texting during class, perhaps you'd know what King Lear is doing."
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Shirbert One-Shots
RomanceOne-shots of the characters from "Anne with an E" in an alternate universe (present-day) and their time (19th century).
