“Well, then maybe you should see me after class, too. You and Miss Foster can spend your weekend working on an extra-credit project together.” “I would—” A loud cracking sound fills the air, and half of Jaxon’s pen goes flying across the room. It bounces off Ms. Virago’s podium before rolling across the floor to land at her feet. She turns her stink eye on Jaxon and Flint who, God bless him, cracks up. Just full-on starts laughing like a hyena in the middle of class.
