‘WHAT IS THAT?’
I whirled my head around, startled by the sudden voice. Looking up, I saw it was Martins who was looking down at me with brows evidently puzzled and slightly amused by my alarm. Although I noticed he had his arms wrapped protectively around his abdomen, probably to protect himself if I had tried to punch him or something.
He tilted his head to a side, trying to get a glimpse of what I had written on the white sheet. Instantly, I covered it with my textbook, hoping he hadn’t seen the last words I had written. I had been responding to a message I had received on my blog and thought to leave a written letter instead.
Calming myself down, I said; ‘Doodles. Brainstorming write ups.’
He didn’t look convinced. ‘Who is it for? It looked like a love letter.’
‘No one.’ I snapped
