Somehow I found myself in Chemistry writing a test I knew nothing about and not really caring how I did on it. My usual study partner sat three chairs over, his dark hair falling over his glasses. Simon refused to look at me and when the class finally ended and I handed in the joke that was my exam, he brushed past me like he didn't know me and left without a word.

It didn't hurt, not even a little bit.

Liar. Not like it mattered. My life was spiraling downward on all ...