She looks at me. We stare at each other until the bell rings. The teacher starts teaching and I try not to fall asleep. I can't see what the teacher is writing because the person in front of me is very tall. I touch his shoulder and he turism around. It was Jackson:
-What do you want, shortie?
My mean side won this time;
-Nothing, just wasting your time.
He glares at me. Later the bell...