She shrugs then, like it's no big deal, but questions demanding answers must be ricocheting round her head. She turns around and I breath a sigh of relief.
"You good?" Chris asks from my left.
"Huh?" I say. Then: "Yeah, I'm fine."
The rest of the lesson drags on, each minute feeling like an hour. I keep glancing at the clock, counting down until the end of the day. When it's six minutes and about ten seconds to go, suddenly Chris speaks up again. We'd been in silence for the majority of the lesson apart from the occasional question about the work. There was nothing to talk about, and, since our teacher handed out detentions if anyone talked in English, we kept silent.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Desires
RomanceThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
