EXCHANGE OF HEARTS [BL]

CHAPTER 37

Timothy becomes more weirder everyday. Race always spotted Timothy rounding near his class, Race didn't know if Timothy already memorize his schedule because whenever Race will go to his next class, he always spotted Timothy.

It makes him feel goosebumps seeing that guy around. There's really something off with that guy. Race chose to avoid that guy since he doesn't want to have an interaction with that guy. It creeps him out.

At first, Race thought that he's just social butterfly and an extrovert guy, nonetheless after a days he changed into something creepy. Yesterday, Race received a friend request on facebook, Race often visit facebook, but yesterday someone add him and when he checked who was it-he was shocked and it creeps him more when he saw Timothy's name. And it doesn't stopped there because Timothy reacted to all his shared post and his profile, so Race deleted his profile and post yesterday.

"You ditch class?" Atlas smirked at him when he sit next to Atlas.

"I don't feel like to attend my lit class today," he sighed and closed his eyes and Timothy flash in his mind.

Earlier, when Race was walking to his next class which is literature, he stopped suddenly when he spotted Timothy again outside his room. But, today was different. Timothy was talking to Bridgette and suddenly Bridgette pointed him and Timothy looked at him with those creepy eyes and smiled.

"What's wrong?" Atlas's voice filled his ears. It's damn comforting.

"Nothing," he lied.

He won't tell Atlas hit gut about that guy. Perhaps he only feel that creeps, but the others didn't or perhaps he jumps into conclusion and at the end he's wrong all along.

"You wouldn't ditch your class if nothing's happened," Atlas studies Race. "Tell me."

There's no way in hell that Race will tell Atlas about what just happened.

The wind messed their hair as they looked at each other's eyes. Leaves chimes and they are dancing as the cold breeze of wind passed by.

At the end, Race shook his head. "I'm just tired,"

"I don't have class today, perhaps we can go to our favorite café." Atlas suggested as he held Race's hand.

"I love their matcha latte," Race said, relieved at the changed of topic.

He doesn't want to talk about what happened and how he is today because he's really not feeling well and he can still feel the goosebumps. Timothy's weirdness always crept into his mind like a nightmare, it his first time to encounter a guy like Timothy. Weird and creepy.

Race shook off his thought and he focus his attention to his favorite best friend.

At least Atlas is always here with him. He's safe.