All my life, I have never seen a boy’s hair as soft as his.
Does he just get out of bed, run his fingers through his hair and start coming to school?
His eyes flicker down. A cold shiver travels down my spine and settles on my toes, I feel so tingly all over.
I clear my throat. Thinking Hades will be a smart boy and take a hint. Instead, his smile widens and he stands straight. Pushing away from the wall.
He folds his arms. His shirt is always so tight on his body…sheesh.
Mrs Sanders hounds the girls in this school. Sometimes in the morning you can see her walk around in the hallway, her shrewd eyes barely missing any details. Her lips turned up in a sneer, scouting for young girls to humiliate for wearing short shorts or very short skirts. She never says anything to the boys. And if
