as gray starts to walk into school, anika stops him
her icy eyes glint with mischievousness
yet her wide smile shows excitement
her hand trails down gray's chest
gray's breath hitches in his throat
"hi gray," she says breathily
gray manages to return the greeting appropriately
his cheeks are flushed, and he struggles to leave the scene
embarrassed to the point of puking
anika's grasps his hand firmly
"walk me to class."
gray's heavy breaths sound quieter than the silence
he needs to get to class
he can't be late
gray is never late
the hallway is littered with students, all watching gray
waiting for his answer
gray doesn't know how he feels about being watched
anika bites her lip, knowing exactly how she affects gray
he forgets everything around him, and obliges with a sweet smile
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ew i need to fix this chapter
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chimère
Poesía-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
