Jax’s P.O.V

We all sat upright immediately. Reynolds turned, facing his desk, and I jammed myself into my locker. It was the mathematics teacher; an old, rickety man whom we always found it hard to understand.

“Oh God! Who has mathematical equations this afternoon in the hot sun!” A random student yelled at the top of her voice.

Today was always one of the afternoons that I had disliked so much. I guess it was evident in everyone’s reaction as well, because as soon as he entered, ...