A very shocked and angry text came back. 'Dun U be Lying! No way hes somecuppa fag! Im N his math class.'
Riku was hiding under his blankets, wishing he'd never sent an email out to his class asking about homework. At first, he'd thought it really lucky that his classmate Krista had replied so fast and said that she could bring a handout over to him right away.
He didn't know that she was going to try and stay for awhile. He tried to get her to leave. Kindly at first with a suggestion, and then out-right asking her to leave. It might have been okay, if the stress of everything hadn't triggered a nasty migraine that left him helpless to stop her rampage of his privacy while he tried not to throw up his lunch. When Krista had refused to close the curtains to shut out the light that only made his headache worse, he'd taken to hiding under the blankets.