As I entered my Social Studies class, I sat in front of Trey's seat, which he was leaning back in. I couldn't tell if he was even awake, due to the upper half of his face being covered. I was straddling the chair and examining his features. For a moment, they looking strikingly familiar. I frowned and reached forward subconsciously. As my fingers neared his hood, his hand shot up and grabbed my wrist, making me jump in my seat.
"What are you doing?" He asked lowly, sitting up in his chair. I could feel him glaring at me from underneath his hood, but I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity.
"Nothing," I replied, removing my hand from his grasp. He let me go and continued to frown. I sniffled and started to think about what I was going to say. "Do you want to—" I retracted my hand slow
