Alice’s POV:
I came back to school, hearing: “The amount of happiness you’re oozing out makes me want to vomit.”
Thank you, Randy, Nina, and Pamela.
I was too happy to even snap back at them.
It pissed them off even more.
Good.
I know they were happy for me, though.
Laying on the couch, I kicked my feet up and down, eating one piece of the chip after another reading A Midsummer Night Dream.
Neilson came with his own bowl of chips, knowing I am not particularly eager to share. He lifted my legs and sat under it while I turned to my back.
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind," Neilson quoted.
I laid a pillow on the back of my head, settling the book on my stomach.” Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste. Wings and no e
