KNUCKLES RAPPING the door gently. Nervousness creeps onto her guts as anxiety builds up inside her, waiting for someone to show up at any time. It all explodes the second the door swings open, revealing a boy. A boy with piercing green eyes, seemingly able to look right through her. He keeps a poker face, unreadable, making it impossible for her to know if he's happy to see her or annoyed that she came. And when he speaks, there isn't much difference. His voice is flat, monotonous, as he asks, "What are you doing here?"
It kind of hurts the indifferent expression on his features. How crazy. Only two months ago, whether Heath paid attention to her or not wasn't of Pearl's interest. But now, the fact that he's angry with her for something she did, it's a weight on her shoulders, a lump in h
