ASTOR
I drummed my fingers against the locker, watching Xyra fidget nervously.
Her gaze darted around the room, it was everywhere but on my face. I knew there was something on her mind, something she wasn't telling me.
"Xyra," I said softly, maintaining firm eye contact, "is everything alright?"
She flinched at the sound of my voice, and her eyes widened. More like she was about to be apprehended. "Of course," she stammered, but the forced smile didn't reach her eyes.
I sighed, leaning back against the locker. "Xyra, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
She bit her lip, and her eyes were downcast. Silence crept in, and I allowed it. I allowed her time to think.
Her eyes rose from the ground to mine, and she blurted out, "You're not going to confess your feelings for
