Japheth
The loud slam on the desk echoed like a gunshot.
It echoed through the classroom like a cleaver, slicing the atmosphere in half.
I froze as my heart beat in my chest and as every head in the room turned toward the source of the sound.
Aaron Martinez.
His hand was still flat against the desk, with his fingers splayed wide like he had just caught something trying to escape.
His jaw was tight, his eyes were also stormy, and his entire posture screamed danger in a language only men like me could instinctively understand.
's**t'
The room fell silent.
It felt so silent that I could hear the hum of the air conditioner and my own pulse rattling in my ears.
The girl who had just screamed “I love you, Japheth!” awkwardly cleared her throat and shrank back into her seat.
I clear
