Blake looked down at the notes on the table again, and then back to me.
“I take it the doodles aren’t what makes this extra credit?”
He smirked, and I pulled the notes across the table away from him.
“You really want to work now?”
He shrugged and sipped at the hot chocolate Brooke had made for him.
“I guess we should. I’ll end up expelled if I don’t prove I have been trying to work on this crap next time Sharpie calls me in.”
“That is Principal Sharp to you,” Brooke corrected him, “and you should be a little more respectful of him.”
“Well, he’s going to be on my case for the rest of the semester now, so I really should focus on getting a little work done. I’m behind enough as it is and I’m suspended for the rest of the week.”
“Suspended?”
I was surprised - I guess it explained wh
