After she left, Leo could feel the stares on him. Naturally, the whole conversation had been heard by the classmates who'd already arrived. With a quiet sigh, he propped his head on his hand and turned toward the window, staring outside.
The looks aimed at him had different reasons behind them, but one kind dominated: the boys' stares—thick with envy, jealousy, and open hostility.
"Tch… acting all nonchalant now…"
"I seriously don't get what they see in him. He's always alone, or with that weirdo Nathan from the other class. Then he acts like he's better than us just because he's smart—when all he really has is being rude."
"Man… that girl's gonna end up in tears, huh."
Leo ignored the comments. Thankfully, he didn't have to say anything—some of the girls jumped to his defense, and an argument started on the other side of the classroom.
"Yo… Leo…"
