With almost all of the subjects we have in class, it seems like I enjoy the P.E. class and the biology class more. Not that I'm saying that I'm happy whenever Lawrence is with me in a group, but it seems like heaven wants me to get what I wanted to happen.
Every time we played dodgeball on the field, Lawrence was already on my side. It seems like he was trying to protect me in a low-key way, without being noticed by everyone.
He turned to look at me when he saw how I pursed my lips while thinking about him. He stared at me for a while, so I couldn't help but turn to look at him while biting my lower lip.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked, in almost a whisper because our classmates might hear us.
His eyebrows narrowed a bit. He replied, "What are you thinking?", which made my eyes nar
