The day went of as usual I kept my hair infront of my face refusing to look at anyone, I'd managed to stay pretty invisible throughout the day
We had english, double science and double math
The day felt long I kept replaying what he had said to me.
Should I go to the bike rack? or Should I forget about it and let him have my stupid pencil?
It really didn't matter if he had it, it was a pencil after all but I felt an urge to meet him even if I really didn't need to I was drawn to his care free attitude something so very different to me
"I'll go"
I thought to myself with a grimace on my face as attracted to him as I was I was also aware that he wasn't a good guy and I should keep my head down around him, he could ruin my life
*Time skip end of day*
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One Eyed Devil | ~Joseph Descamps~ |
أدب الهواةMarie Vaduz a socially anxious girl finds herself in a sort of "dept" with a mean Joseph Descamps . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Slow ish updates (Srry)
