"So, you've finally gotten over it?" I asked.

That's when it came to him. Whenever someone talks about it, he goes silent. For dinner, we're having akward silence with a side of akward silence and a pinch of akward silence. For 3 minutes, there was no sound coming out of Azra's mouth at all.

"Kind of?" he said fake smiling. 

I knew he was lying, his eye was twitching.

"Dude, your eye is twitching." I said.

"I'm perfectly fine!" he said turning his face to look at me.

Talk about dramatic! He was as dramatic as a god dang kindergartener! This is what 9th grade feels like, dramatic.

"Ok fine! You have me Phoebe Einstein. I still haven't gotten over it! So what?!" said Azra.

I thought he would've been over it! Whatever, atleast tommorow is the weekend! 

We finally arrived at the school. The bell rang right when we got there. I walked to my locker. 

"Lemme guess, Azra isn't over it?" asked Danica.

"Nope!" I said.

"Trust me, I was in 3rd and 4th grade with Azra. He was dramatic as heck!" said Maroon.

"Hold on, AZRA WAS IN ELEMENTARY?!" I asked shocked.

Me, Maroon, Danica and Elias went to the same elementary school together, we all met Maia in 8th grade.

"I never remember seeing him either!" said Danica.

"Sadly, I also had to go through a grade with him. I went through Grade 6 with him." said Elias.

Also, before you ask, yes our elementary school went from kindergarten to Grade 6.

"Hold on, I remember now. I met him in Grade 6, not Grade 7!" I said as it came back to me.

I had no memory of Azra being in elementary with us! I only remember being in his Grade 6 class also with Elias!

Suddenly, the bell rang. 

"See ya guys! I gotta run to social!" I said running to class.

"Ok! Hopefully Azra doesn't annoy you!" said Maia.

Maia barely ever talks for some reason, she's more of the quiet kid.

We all sat down in our seats. I still hate that me and Azra are in the same Social and History class with him!

"Here's your test everyone, hope you studied." said Mr. Ansell handing out our tests.

"Dang it, I didn't study! I need you to help me nerd!" whispered Azra in my ear.

"Why the hell would I help you?! I hate you more than my life!" I whispered back.

"Whatever!" whispered Azra.

Azra likes calling me a nerd because I actually study for tests. If I get an F, my mom would probably kill me (not literally)!

"Times up, hand over the test!" said Mr. Ansell.

"Dang it, I didn't finish the test!" he whispered to himself.

Today was a boring day to be honest.