At seven o'clock the next morning, Wyatt Winslow drove Holly Winslow to Jarton High to register. By then, Mortimer Quincy was already in the classroom, studying on his own.
When the self-study period was over, Zeke Zane got up to go eat and saw Mortimer Quincy take a cloth and wipe down the two empty desks behind him. He said, "Mortimer, we don't have cleaning duty this week, do we? That's next week."
Mortimer replied nonchalantly as he wiped, "I know."
He seemed to be in a very good mood.
Mortimer wasn't the type to meddle in things that weren't his business, so Pantheon asked, confused, "Then why are you wiping them?"
"What do you know? It's Valerie Walsh's turn to clean today," another male classmate joked as usual.
Mortimer, who hadn't looked up until now, glanced at the student, his eyes narrowing. "I don't want to hear that again."
'My girl gets crazy jealous.'
'I don't want her giving me the silent treatment the moment she gets here.'
