CHAPTER 67: I'LL NEVER STOP BULLYING YOU
AMANDA'S POV:
I didn’t waste another minute with Gloria in the hallway, listening to her dubious apology. My brain was whirling from Donovan calling me his "mate" in front of everyone, so I just turned on my heel and bolted into the classroom. I needed a wall between me and that hallway.
I barely had time to sit down before Mr. Henderson, the computer tech teacher, walked in. He was carrying a sleek, black drone that looked like something out of a spy movie. Usually, I love his class because it’s the only time my brain feels faster than my problems.
"Alright, listen up class," Mr. Henderson said, tapping the drone. "Today we’re moving past basic coding. We’re talking surveillance and data retrieval. If you want to gather intel on a rog
