He graced me with a breathtaking smile, but it was cut short when Principal Donovan approached us. "Is there a reason you two aren't in class?"
"No, sir," Trent said. He released one of my hands and gave the other a squeeze. But he never once attempted to leave my side. He moved closer.
"Sorry, sir. We were discussing an urgent family matter." I gave him a pathetic frown.
He studied us for a moment, then said, "Best be getting to class."
"Yes, sir." I turned and walked into class, earning a glare from my teacher and a questioning look from Isach. I ignored them and went to my desk.
Trent followed and took the empty seat behind me, making it impossible to concentrate on anything.
Abby attempted to get my attention, but I pretended not to notice her. But then she tossed a wadded-up sheet of paper at me, and I couldn't ignore that.