{'Keep calm and eat sweet like a green-eyed monster inside your body.'}
Quinn
Blush? Blush? Blush?
Did I hear her right? How could I capable of blushing just from stupid milk? I didn't blush.
Why did she have to make fun of me as if last night was like a dream? Was she suffering from dementia? Why did she have to be annoying all the time? She was definitely a bomb, no doubt about it.
I groaned, smashing my head at my desk as if doing so could give me a sense in my head. I was on my third, dreading for the bell to ring for the lunch break.
In other words, I wouldn't be able to keep my gaze away from her if we were both in the same room and I didn't know anymore. It was like my body had its own mind; my eyes were always searching for her while my head would always turn in her direction
