Alex's POV
I stood there like an i***t with my arms folded, my back stiff, my mouth dry, and my eyes still locked on the boy who had now gone back to being sprawled out on his stupid sleeping bag like the world hadn’t just watched him tear himself open in the middle of an assembly.
He looked peaceful, almost too peaceful, and I didn't like the fact that he was clearly trying to ignore me and act like I don't exist while I'm right in front of him.
While I was being mad and wondering what to do next, his voice would break through my line of thoughts.
“You’re not going to leave, huh?” he asked, and I sighed.
“If you're still going to go on and on about earlier,” he continued without opening his eyes, “don’t bother, Alex. Like I said, drawing attention to myself was my decision, and whate
