She stared at me in disbelief for two seconds before she said, "I was right beside you man and you left me like that." She slid inside her seat. "And why are you wearing this hood inside the class?"
"I don't want anyone noticing my wound and making assumptions about it." I said nonchalantly, hoping she won't realize that I was angry or something has already happened.
"Did someone say something about it?"
"Not really." I replied. No one said anything to me but they were definitely assuming things.
"You shouldn't care about what these bunch of scoundrels have to say." She put a hand on my right shoulder. "If they say anything just raise your middle finger high enough for them to see and shout 'fuck off'." She balled her hand into a fist and slammed it on the empty desk in front of her, sending a loud thump all over.
