Flashback Continue:-
Allen was suddenly back in fifth grade when my whole world stopped as he walked into her homeroom. The difference this time was that he wasn't wearing a uniform and he had a can of cold beer in his hand. He still has that cold, hard stare, and his hair is still undone and messy in a good way. But he is still unbelievably gorgeous. Like a Greek god that descended to Earth. He walked like he was a runway model in a fashion show, and goddamn, he looked like one too.
Allen POV:-
I guess I was just used to it, but I acknowledged him by giving him the same cold stare, just like before. I remember hearing Rich chuckle. Rich never chuckled. He used to growl at me or spit on the ground just to rile me up whenever I was around. Why is he chuckling now?
"Why are you both star
