No_SubjectOh, honestly! Thats all youre ever doing, reading. You know you should get out more often.
Elliot Therinsford reached over the table, grabbed his friends book by the spine and tossed it recklessly over his shoulder.
The boy in front of him barely noticed the action. Blinking slowly, his hands still posed as if holding a book, Hunter Delamar looked up through plastic framed glasses and sighed.
Seriously, why was he even friends with this douche bag? Classic jock of the soccer team, someone such as him probably didnt even know you needed a 2.0
GPA. His at most would probably be 2.0031.
Oh, now I remember. Hes basically my psychology project. Hunter studied his friends frustrated expression, brows furrowed, mouth in a sharp frown (or pout either way you put it), arms crossed.
Did you break up with your girlfriend recently? Elliot responded with a wince. He was getting good psychoanalysis. I guess should I should fix his