MORIA
I am completely distracted the entire day.
And during the lessons I have after school hours
Callum notices.
He sighs when my concentration breaks for the seventh time and his emotions rush into my head.
“Moria…”
His frustration clouds my mind and I bite on my tongue to keep from pushing it back.
“I’m trying okay.”
He taps his knuckles gently against my forehead. “No you’re not. You’re not listening. Or focusing.”
I sigh and collapse in my seat.
We’re in his classroom, the one I had crashed into on that first day.
It is empty and we’re in the very front of the class, up on the raised podium.
The few times I have seen him outside of the Academy, Callum is a wayfaring, notoriously successful womanizer and playboy
But within its walls he is a relentless, almost impossible
