Thanks, I Hate It

The seat that was once open next to me, is now occupied. And you'll never guess who it is. At least it is not Tyler, otherwise, I would have flung myself from this building. It is his buddy whose name I can't remember.

"Great. Now I have to share my table. Why couldn't I have just this one thing?" I ask under my breath. I sigh loudly on my way to the table and pull out my chair next to him. I sit on the chair with a groan. The teacher enters the class, greeting us as she walks to her desk.

"Okay, guys. I have loads of work to do, so keep yourselves busy." She sits behind the desk and starts to work through the pile of papers on the desk. The few students in the class burst into conversation and I pull my phone out of my pocket.

I have been wondering if I can send messages to the author. I unlock my phone and open my messages.

From the corner of my eye, I see three students wandering toward my table. They place the chairs that they brought with them around my table on the guy's side (I