Walking into class, you'd think the novelty would have worn off by now, but the way everyone's head snapped in our direction told me I was still the main exhibit at the zoo, and I was getting really tired of being on display.
I was just trying to get to my desk, to sink into the comfortable anonymity of being a guy with a book, when a shoulder slammed into mine, hard enough to make me stumble.
It was Ronnie, of course, because my life couldn't just be normal for five consecutive minutes. He stood there with his chest puffed out and that classic, generic bully smirk on his face, clearly expecting me to flinch or apologize.
A week ago, I would have. I would have mumbled a sorry and scurried away, my face burning.
But today, I just felt this profound wave of exhaustion wash over me. I was so incredibly done with this guy's entire act. I didn't say anything, I just straightened up and looked at him, really looked at him, and I let my expression go completely blank.
