I laid on my desk as always, waiting for the lesson to finish, and thought about getting administered to the math club. I would have already talked to the teacher if I wasn't sure that they wouldn't let me participate in the contest because my sudden interest in the club and school trip had come too late.
So there would be two days and two nights that Lesly wouldn't be there. What to do with my restlessness during the night? Should I go for a fling again, this time not involving a blonde girl?
Today's bait were bouncy balls that had shimmering golden flakes inside them; the crow was sure to like them.
"You're going on the school trip?" A student asked another, and I listened in without turning around.
"Yes, I don't want to, but my mother said I get my credit card back if I do well." This voice was Adam's.