Jul 9, 2017
his hands are gripped tight around the edge of his book. his eyes are locked to it as well, reading the same line over and over again. he’s afraid of stealing glances at the girl ––– the person, sitting on the other side of the class, afraid they’ll might turn around and see the guilt, slightly painted on his face. ‘ don’t look at me like that. ‘ lips growl as if he was ready to explode.