Chapter Thirty
Amira POV
I snort at Damon’s comment, not knowing how else to respond. There’s I reason I dove right into homework after getting home from school; I need to focus to keep my mind of the steaming pile of s**t that my life has devolved into. Him getting in the way of that isn’t cool.
I say monotonously, “Can you move? I have homework.”
Damon crosses his arms over his chest, staring at me impassively. “Amira, I know you’re ahead in all of your classes.”
Fuck, he does know me. Even while we weren’t going to school in person, I was still doing all of my assignments and school reading and turning my work in remotely. In most classes I’ve actually been working ahead. The homework laid out in front of me now won’t be due for another two weeks, but I can’t just do nothing, and M
