SHE CAN ONLY look at him for so long before the need to slap him and punch him gets over her. The mere sight of his blonde curls drives her crazy and not in the way it does to other girls. Having him such at a close distance tempts her to act out of impulse. It's impossible to put into words how much she dislikes that boy.
Someone wraps their finger around her wrist, calling for her attention and when she turns around, meets the darker version of her blue eyes, full of concern and he says, "Are you okay? Your knuckles are white from how much pressure you're putting into gripping the strap of your backpack."
Pearl looks down at her hand and sees exactly what her brother described. She lets go of it and takes in a long breath before saying, "I'm alright, just need to go to the bathroom. I'
