She wanted to go over the answers she’d gotten wrong during homeroom, but Dylan and his friends seemed to take pleasure in making it as difficult as possible. “Tisk tisk, only a ninety percent? That’s what you get for being so nosy; should’ve paid more attention to your teacher.” “Go away, Dylan.” Dylan took a seat on top of the desk in front of Val, facing her. “I don’t think I will. What, you don’t wanna talk now? Why not?” “Because I’m studying,” Val fixed the black-haired boy with her most withering glare. “It’s obviously not doing you much good. A minus—might as well be a C, right guys?” Dylan’s friends nodded. “Right,” Val tried to return to her geography terms. “Yup, you might as well give up on this whole student thing and go back to your job as a coat hanger.” “Excuse me?” Dylan grinned evilly, “Your enormous nose makes that such a perfect job for you. I just figured that’s how you got in here—you know, they bring you in as a coat hanger and you decided you wanted to be a real student.”
