I can barely look at his eyes. Something about his eyes makes me want to sit down, talk about this, so we could sort out whatever it is that we need to sort out. I hate how I can't be firm with my decision of wanting to avoid him and kick him out of my life everytime our eyes met.
"Move aside," I reprimanded. Kahlo. He stared straight to my face but did my best to avoid his gazes. My eyes are pasted on his luscious red lips.
Kahlo breathes deeply before he took a step to the side to give way. I fixed the strap of my bag before I walk pass through him.
He already give way so I thought he is letting me go but when I turned my head a bit after a couple of steps on my way out of the cafeteria. I realize that he is still following me like a lost puppy, he is just keeping this little dista
