H/n's pov
She looks at me with hesitation and I feel that she will refuse. This would be normal since I never spoke to her. Not that I had ever noticed her.
I have always been aware of its existence, I love to observe her.
She looks around her and her cheeks turn pink almost instantly. There, I am aware of where we are. I was so obsessed with talking to her that I hadn't notice it, but all the students in the hallway are watching us, whispering.
I curse myself internally for having called her in the middle of the corridors. I know she hates being at the center of attention. At this very moment, I would have preferred not to be so well known in this school.
It makes her uncomfortable, I see it in her way of standing. Damn, it's not going to help me all this.
"You know what? We don't have to talk now. What time to you finish?" I ask her by lowering my voice.
"Five" she blows me.
I nod and turn around to join my class. I finish later than her, so I'm going to have to skip my last class.
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HETEROCHROMIA
RomanceSince she was a child, she has been wearing glasses to hide. No one seems to pay attention to it. Finally, up to him.
