I frowned, struggling to put a face to that name. I didn’t need to; I heard a chair being pulled up next to my desk. I lifted my gaze to his face. He flashed me a grin full of mischief. His blond hair curled at the brim of his baseball cap; which Mr Fitz told him to take off at the start of the period, I recalled.
“Hey, partner,” he plunked down on his seat. And that’s all it takes for me to put the two together.
On my first thought I wanted to put my hand up and demand to Mr Fitz for a change of partner, but I hesitated. Would it be fair on him? It wasn’t really his fault he suffered from ADHD. I mumbled a reply. Michael studied me; his baby blue eyes raking over my face, searching for some kind of better answer.
I stomped down the disappointment that bubbled in my chest at the thought of getting a lower grade. Mr Fitz obviously paired us together because he thought we would do ok with each other, I explained to myself. It couldn’t be that bad, right?
