I bobbed my head, and he heaved loudly.
I don't know what he was thinking. I'm just happy he didn't express it.
"Whatever." He muttered and almost slammed the books in my hands before disappearing into the admin's office.
My heart was still racing. I wonder what he thought about it?
Oliver wasn't here to share his thoughts and I don't know anyone else. I have no other friends either.
'Then what made you think that The Rafael Wycliffe will tell you anything?' Remarked that tiny voice which was my conscience.
As the realization dawned on me, I started walking.
I forgot who I am, and who he is. Rafael doesn't make friends. His gaze today told me that I am someone he will never associate with.
Whatever. I didn't come here to get anyone's opinions. I'm here to live my life and s
