Y/n's pov
I keep looking at the time. It's almost five but I've already put away all my things.
The discussion with the hockey player turns in a loop in my head. This is also the reason why I run almost outside the classroom when I hear the bell : I don't want to cross him again.
I don't know what he wants from me, and don't want to. In general, when such a popular person seeks to chat with people like me, it's never a good sign.
Despite that, full of scenarios and thousands of questions turn in my head. What could I have done to get him to come and talk to me?
I'm the type not to get noticed.
And like that, several days have passed. I did everything possible to ignore him, when he was trying to catch up with me in the corridors.
It's the weekend and I'm currently at my best friend's house. It's quite late when I go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
It's only once I've finished drinking that I realize that I'm not alone.
"Here you are finally y/n" whispers h/n from the door.
I forgot that he was my bestfriend's brother.
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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.
