books spread between them on the feeble table in forks library. textbooks, notepads, a few stray pens angela had loaned him without asking. jasper sat across from her. arms folded, posture straight-backed and oddly formal, like he wasn't entirely sure how to sit in a public school chair. his eyes lingers too long on the window, as if something outside might free him from this assignment. angela, to her credit, didn't seem bothered. a little nervous, maybe. the questions had poured steadily from her in the last hour they'd been working. he'd answered them all carefully, but with honesty. you said you were from texas, right? she'd asked, and he'd answered with a quiet: yes, ma'am. the more questions she asked, the more comfortable he seemed to get. finally, a thought strikes him.
❝ why're you takin' ap american history ? everyone hates this class. ❞ / @givenkindness ( ♡ )