And I feel that the more it irritates me, the better he feels. Absolutely catastrophic situation. If an hour was more than 45 minutes, I'd probably go crazy. The boy turned me on unbelievably, looked me in the eye from the back bench with a contemptuous grin, and just won. Damn. How about him? What to do? What to say? Should I ignore him? I was picking up notebooks, and he handed in a piece of paper with letters randomly placed on it.
The boy turned me on unbelievably, looked me in the eye from the back bench with a contemptuous grin, and just won.