I know. I disgust myself as well.
How could I be so . . . weak? There is no other way to describe my current situation. It's true. How else could I be so distracted by a pair of eyes?
But, Kami, his eyes. I hold my textbook in front of my face, and I try not to look, I really do. But I can't help but sneak another peek at his back, willing him to turn around to talk to his friend again so that I can see those beautiful eyes.
It isn't even a joke how enraptured I am. Perhaps it's because he's a hafu, half-Japanese, half-foreign, but his eyes are different. They are hues of lavender, the deepest, most royal violet I have ever seen. And, I swear, at times, when he's happy, when he smiles, they sparkle.
I jolt when I find myself tracing the outline of them in my notebook. Not again. With a grimace and a groan, I erase the doodle and brush the shavings off the table.
Gritting my teeth, I close my eyes. I can help it. I can stop, I can.
My forehead feels cool against the surface of my desk, a brief relaxing respite for my eyes- but I only allow a few seconds of this luxury before straightening my back once again and peering into the book, deciphering the literary code of Greek inscribed within the pages as I wait for the teacher to arrive.
I will not fail.
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Intoxicated (OHSHC)
FanfictionThe scholarship student of the second-year students, Ama Koizumi doesn't have the time to partake in the delights that Ouran Academy has to offer. There simply isn't enough time. She has too much to do, too much to think about. She has to succeed, s...
