Chapter 197

Daniel Sims?

You got to be kidding me.

The Daniel Sims that just happened to give me A's on almost all my algebra tests?

Not even because I was remotely good, because trust me I was not. Math is not my strong suit.

I prefer English or even physics. 

I do good in academics but I am not a genius. Just a normal teenage guy trying to figure out life like everybody else.

"Say something, Quincy, you have been sitting there without saying a word and it’s making me anxious." She says in a sad tone while tapping her shoes on the ground causing a slow but steady rhythm.

Anxious? Is she kidding me right now?

Does she know the storm of emotions in my head right now?

No, she don't get to be sad.

I can feel the anger building up in me.

She freaking faked her death so she could screw a guy. It could have been any guy and she chose annoying Mr. Sims?

That creep?

"No, no, no, no!" I stand up and yell at her. She visibly jerk