Eleanor
“Scoot over!” Ezra commanded, climbing into the seat, between Draco and me.
Literally everyone had frozen when he had dropped the question.
“What the f**k, man!” Draco hissed, but moved when Ezra practically pushed him so there was enough space for him to seat.
The heat from his body engulfed me the moment he did, and I bit down hard on my lips, my eyes on my food, so as not to look at him.
After we had parted ways last night, I had thought long and hard about our conversation.
“So, who is not in a good mood?” Ezra asked again, picking a piece of lettuce out from his sandwich.
“The teachers.” Yohan answered, and I looked up to see him trying his best not to laugh.
Ezra paused. “I will pretend like I do not know you all were talking about me, and that’s because I’m in a good
