Mia

Since the boys were already mad at me, one of them no longer responded to the things I said when I tried to communicate with him, and the other was trying his best to make me feel stressed, tapping his foot behind my seat over and over again and making me feel uncomfortable, calling me a spoiled preppy.

“Stop it, Andrew,” I pleaded, but the boy didn't seem to want to budge.

“Did you say something? I can't hear you, I don't listen to annoying girls like you,” he said to ...