𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

Chapter Four:❝𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒆❞

July saw that his name was "Grey Evans". She can tell by the tag on his desk, the desk right on her left. His scent ingulfed her, sweeping her off her own feet... But she couldn't tell exactly what it was- the beach or a musk infused vanilla? Can't he just pick a side? Can't he just not smell so good so that she doesn't write another romantic sentence in sobbingly sad short story?

Heck, what even was he writing? A twisting and winding thriller like over half the kids in the classroom? Or a stereotypical romance with a dumb and cute blonde with huge tits?

She shouldn't judge on how he looked at her, or anything... but he hated her. The way he stared at her, it was like a hawk tracking prey across the room, and the menacing glare on top of it.

"Great July. Day two and someone already hates you. Way to go."

Way to freaking go- she felt like slamming her head on the desk over and over.

"What are you even writing?" she could help him mumble in confusion. Well, they both knew it couldn't have been a mumble if she heard him over her loud music but hey, here we are.

"Uh... um," she stammered.

"Let me guess, a fairy tale romance but it's a sad scene where they have to leave because they each have different priorities?" he assumed.

How? "How did you know?"

"By the music you're blasting, darling. Turn that shit down I don't wanna have a mental breakdown to anything by Taylor Swift," he grumbled.

"Who pissed in your cereal?"

Glares ensued.

Well, if the guy didn't hate her before, he hated her now.

"Taylor the fucking Swift," he snapped at her.

"Well, I'm sorry I interrupted your awful rap songs with my lovely Taylor Swift, but," she gave him the finger, "I could not care less."

That was a lie, this conversation was supposed to be about how they loved literature and poetry. It was not supposed to be like this at all. This was something she was going to talk to herself about later, then a mental breakdown would ensue, most likely.

He glared at her. His glares could pierce through the air, she figured. She had never seen a stare so terrifying. Not even her mother's stares were so bad. His hazel eyes went dark in fury, but he looked calm. His energy was one of an angered man, but he did not even say or do anything, just stared at her through the narrow slits of his eyes. He looked irritated and as cold as ice but didn't even shout at her.

Then he opened his mouth.

"At least my entire playlist isn't Taylor's version," he coolly said to her face unblinkingly.

"Excuse me?"

"At least I don't approach every relationship with the mindset that we're going to eventually break up only to write songs about them."

"Wha..."

"At least I have one personality and not another that's Taylor's version."

Her jaw dropped; she was flabbergasted.

Yeah, this will come up in her dreams tonight.

He gently shut her mouth for her. "And you are excused."

"And for the record, I also listen to SZA," she added.

He stared at her and smirked. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. And Chase Atlantic." Okay, July. Shut up, you just got dissed.