CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
NEW SEATMATE
AMBER’S POV
Thursday mornings are criminally underrated. Everyone loves Friday, but for me, Thursday is the real MVP. It’s that sweet reminder the weekend is practically here, dangling in front of me like a carrot. And Goddess knows, I need it. Two days to pretend I’m a normal teenager, two days to unclog my brain so that I can start prepping for the finals before they drop on us like a nuclear bomb.
Not that Brian Sinclair would ever unclog his brain. No, he’s probably plotting new ways to crush me in class. Sometimes I think he’s a robot disguised as a high schooler. Think about it. Top grades, sports, and Robotics Club. Because apparently, he doesn’t have enough extracurricular dominance already. He is the one threat to me becoming the Valedictorian of
