He opens it and starts taking out the reports. Even from here I can see that one corner is bent.

“Aha!” he announces victoriously, pulling a neon-green folder from the bag.

I’m not sure he even knows what awkward means. Of stopping me right in the middle of our report. I could stand here all day, awkward silence or not, waiting for Quint to realize what a disruption he’s caused.īut, to my endless frustration, Quint seems blissfully unaware. Normally, an interruption as enormous as this would turn me into a flustered mess, but right now I’m too busy strangling the pointer stick and pretending it’s Quint’s neck instead. Except, for some reason, I’m not uncomfortable. From the corner of my eye, I can see Jude beginning to fidget, uncomfortable on my behalf. He starts to whistle-whistle-as he digs through the chaos of papers and books and pens and nine months of accumulated junk he keeps in that thing. I grit my teeth, scowling at the back of his head as he reaches our shared lab table in the back row and drops his backpack on top of it. It would have been a perfect opportunity to smack him with the stick. Part of me wishes he would have stopped by the front first and offered me a high five in greeting. He strolls between the tables and accepts a high five from Ezra, their usual daily greeting. My knuckles clench around the pointer as I slide my gaze toward Quint Erickson. My surprise vanishes, replaced with barely restrained rage. C!” comes a voice that makes the hair prickle on the back of my neck. The classroom door swings open, banging hard against the wall.

Instant karma by marissa meyer