June
Mark was waiting at the bleachers, playing a video game, which he downloaded yesterday.
“Knew I will find you here, lazy bone.” I sat next to him, and placed my backpack on his thighs, focusing on the men playing football.
It has been long since I saw them playing around like this because I'm either studying or hurrying home to my uncle who doesn't care a s**t about me.
He paused his game, “through with your class?” He raised his brows at me.
“Hmm,” I leaned my head on his right shoulder. “What are you doing over here? No more class for the day?”
“Me?” He chuckled. “You should have known how much I love going to classes. I only attend the ones I feel like attending and leave the rest to the professors.”
“Doh.”
I closed my eyes and allowed the voices from the men playing in
