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I feel a smile pull at my lips. He’s not happy.
Good. If he wants me to find a new prom date, then he can man up and
ask me.
“Well, then,” I continue, pushing the envelope and looking to Trey but
talking loud enough for Masen to hear. “You should see my prom dress.
You’re going to love it.”
“Can’t wait.” He grins back.
I open my sketch book and continue working on my project while Ms.
Till starts drifting around the room to check on students and how they’re
coming along.
“Hey, Manny.” I hear Trey call in a whisper. “You won’t have your
guard dog in P.E. today.”
I hood my eyes, agitated. Manny remains still, shrinking almost entirely
from view on Masen’s other side.
“You see, Laurent?” Trey calls over my head to Masen. “You can’t
watch him all the time.”
I continue hearing the scratching of the protractor and look up, scanning
the room. Till needs to get Trey out of here. Masen attacking him won’t go
unpunished if it happens again.
“When you sucker punch someone, that shit doesn’t go un-checked,”
Trey threatens, “so don’t turn your back, either. I won’t be alone next time.”
“Jesus, I’m bored,” I mumble at Trey. “Go to Chemistry, would you?”
He arches a brow.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” I say, pushing him to take the hint. “I have to
work now.”
He snorts like he’s wondering what possible “work” I could have to do
in Art. He finally rolls his eyes and gives me a peck on the cheek, getting
up and walking out of the classroom.