Trent tapped his pencil on the side of his desk, trying to drown out his teacher blither on about his Valentine’s день plans. Dude, I get the point: you’ve got a girlfriend. Rub it in, why don’t ya? He watched the clock tick, counting down the секунды until he could leave his final class for the day. Tick, tick, tick…
Finally, the колокол, колокольчик, белл rang and Trent gathered up his papers and was the first one out the door, since his стол письменный, стол was the closest to the door. Lately, he had been especially eager to get out of that class. Probably because Gwen was in that class. It’s not like being in a class...
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