I was trying my hardest not to show any emotion. I wanted to make sure Blake thought that his stupid stunt last night had not gotten to me. It didn’t matter that it had been hurtful and embarrassing - I didn’t want him to know that.
I walked into my computer science class and took a seat. I wasn’t going to even look at Blake when he got there. I had spent ages reading through my notes for this class and trying to teach myself the basics so I didn’t struggle this time. I was not going to let someone as infuriating as Blake drag my grades down.
The teacher read the register out, and as he got to my name I worried that I would face childish giggling about my accent again.
No one laughed.
At least this was one class that was filled with people who wanted to actually get their work done.
