purpose | p.jm

one

Winter

It is now lunch and again, the hallways were filled with many students.

I grabbed my bag and walked out of the classroom when the boy who caught me awhile ago was standing infront of me.

Oh, I need to say thank you.

I smiled at him. "Thank you for catching me awhile ago." I said and bowed.

I walked past him but he grabbed my wrist and made me turn around him.

I am quite shocked at his actions. He's so weird.

"Is it really you Winter?" He managed to speak.

I was confused. He knows me?

"I'm sorry but I don't know you." I quickly replied before dashing to the canteen.

I can feel him staring at my back, do I also know him? This feels so strange.