I turned my head to look at the tall, pale girl on the left, right in the back corner. Her black hair made her look even paler and slightly ill.
I wasn't friends with Koray Cohen. Nor were we enemies. We just didn't speak. And that was that.
I turned back to the whiteboard and the boring supply writing pairs on it.
Sam and Kathryn.
Katy and Claire.
George and Jamie.
Kelly and Dave.
Ellen and Koray.
I groaned quietly.