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"Damn it," I mumbled, not quite under my breath.

I looked back over at them and saw that they were still doing whatever they were doing since the beginning of the philosophy class.

My frustration bubbled up and before I could think better of it, I slammed my fist onto the table. I instantly regretted doing that as pain shot up my arm.

"Ouch," I winced.

All eyes turned to me. I was sure those two who caused this were staring at me too.

"What's gotten into you?" The philosophy teacher asked, his voice stern.

He hated any disruption in his classroom.

I shut my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. I hated that I was the object of the attention. I was furious at the way Samantha and Romeo had put me in the spotlight like this and ruined my monday. All I wanted was to focus on my philosophy class, but how could I do that when I was still reeling from what happened at the party? It was all I'd thought about all weekend. And, I was here, trying to focus, but Samantha and Romeo were a