W.A.T.D

Chapter 2 Finally Home - her perspective

Estimated reading time - 2 minutes

For the rest of the class, we silently worked alongside each other, not saying more than a couple words to each other till the bell was about to ring.
I was packing up my things when he turned to me again, that same indifferent stare. "Give me your number." that got my attention. I did a slow turn, looking at him with an expression that said 'Are you stupid?'
he however seemed serious about this, so I shot him down real fast. "Hell no." I respond bluntly, he stays silent for a couple of seconds more before opening his stupid mouth again. "Email? I would like to be able to work on this outside of class. If thats okay with you." he sounds so condescending as always, but he does have a point.
I roll my eyes and open my phone, locating my email and handing him my phone to copy it down. "Ugh you use light mode?" he commented, dramatically shielding his eyes. When he handed my phone back it was in dark mode. "Haha. very funny. Change it back"
I don't think I will ever stop using a sarcastic tone with him, god he is so idiotic. All he did was shake his head and chuckle to himself, I hate him so much.

Finally home again, today was so long, and first period was especially tedious simply because of the little EFB (emo fuck boy). God, he is annoying as fuck. I would give anything to work alone on this but that isn't really an option.
I'm just sitting on the floor next to my bed, humming while staring at nothing. I really should be working on something at least.
he hasn't reached out since first period, I expected him to bother me a lot more if I'm honest. I just got up from the floor when my phone buzzed. Speak of the devil, It was an email from EFB, I was expecting at least something civilized but the whole email was just "wsg?" this guy is so irritating constantly, kind of impressive really.
I just tossed my phone back on the bed and walked out of my room, I don't need to respond right away. Plus if he emailed about actual work maybe I would respond faster. I go about my nightly routine, thinking about EFB and our project.
Why did it have to be him? I could have done so well on my own but here we are I guess, it's unavoidable that I would have to talk to someone eventually, I just wish it wasn't him.
When I was done I came back to 2 new emails, consisting of "hello?" and a document with most of the work already done, looks like he was busy while I was gone. I guess I can work a bit before I go to bed...