(Malory)
Ron has ignored me for the entirety of the last period. Sixth period rolls in and we’re in English class writing essays. Ron is unable to concentrate. He rips a page from his notebook and it alerts me. Seconds later, he passes me a note.
Sorry about yelling –R
No biggie. I get it. –M
How the hell would he get so sick? Two weeks off? Must be quite the fever. –R
I reread the message try to convince myself that I’m keeping Kyle’s secret from him because he’d go into cardiac arrest if he knew Kyle got beaten up so badly that he looks like a rotting grape.
According to him, ‘I look and feel like shit and I am supposed to sit in a classroom for eight hours and listen to a teacher talk about things I can find out on my own? I’ll just stay here till I’m better.’ –M
Olivia’s in his class, maybe you can ask her to keep notes for him. –R
She’s probably copied the notes and has them stacked already. She’s that organised. –M
You should carry them for him next time you see him, then. –R
Duh –M
You’re going through a loooooot of trouble for your sworn enemy, Lloyd. That’s pretty admirable –R
He’s worth my good record. I don’t really have a choice. –M
Touché –R
He turns back to look at me for a moment and offer me a smile. I smile back before sticking my tongue out at him and silently scolding him to finish his essay.