T H O M A S
I was reading my notes out loud and sometimes explain those topics that I understood the most. He was quiet as he listened until I read 'till the last topic. I wasn't a good teacher, I know. I only read my notes.
"Any questions?" I asked.
"Are we really just a regular friend?" Mark asked and I looked at him. We were sitting on his bed while our back were leaning at the dashboard.
"That's it? That's your question?" I frowned.
He nodded.
"That's out of the topic." I said and skimmed my notes when he stopped my hand and it sends small shocks of electricity on my hand. I turned my head and our eyes met.
"I already understand." He said.
"You're thinking different things."
"I was curious. How can we just be a regular friends when we're neighbors and classmates. That s
