These people are definitely assuming Adian is my boyfriend, considering the looks they are giving me are purely judgemental.
I love the little gestures of kindness he shows me ever so often. If he wanted, he could have just dropped me at the entrance of my new school and go back to our house. No, he literally takes my hand, takes my bag from me and swings it over his shoulder. I smile at that sweet gesture.
“Study hard,” he pinches the bridge of my nose. “And don’t care about what these people say about your appearance. Remember, you’re doing the right thing.”
I bat his hand away, and he grins. “I know. And I don’t care a least what they say.”
He nods, and folds his arms across his chest. “I will pick you up. When do you get off?” He scans the surrounding; whoever walks past by us does
