"They actually didn't kiss," said Max.
"What?"
"Oliver and Tiffany, they actually didn't kiss," he repeated.
"Oh."
It was lunch, and he had sat next to me. I was actually kind of hoping that after following me around yesterday, he would leave me alone today. I guess not.
So, they hadn't kissed. Yay. I guess... I don't know why, but I just couldn't cheer up.
I went to the lockers, hoping to get some peace. Oliver was there.
"Can I copy off your homework?" he asked.
"What the hell," I said, giving him my notebook.
My work might as well be useful to someone.
YOU ARE READING
The jock and the nerd. Or not
Roman d'amourShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
