8.

The bad boy and his toy.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Alexa

"I don't know what I'm going to do about him Stacey. He's driving me crazy."

I was currently on facetime with my bestfriend, ranting about Devon.

"Did you try asking Mr. Stephens to assign you another partner or at least do a switch?" She asked.

"I did that already, and with that bald head of his, he wouldn't budge." I complained, gesturing with my hands. "He said my reason wasn't valid enough and that I had to solve any argument or problem I had with Devon.

"That's too bad." She said, and that's when I noticed her rubbing her temples and the exhaustion on her face. She must be frustrated, tired and really worried for me.

All this time, I had been ranting about Devon I didn't realise I was probably having a toll on her.

"Oww, Stacey. I'm so sorry I didn't think about you. It must be overwhelming for you to listen to me grumble and grunt over some super annoying male like a stupid goat in heat." I said, slumping my shoulders and look directl