Just as I walked out my second class for the day, a hand suddenly held my wrist dragging me off somewhere. I was about protesting then I looked up. Although I could only see the back of the person's head, I couldn't mistake the black curly mess for anyone else. He dragged me down the stairs and I let him because I needed to talk to him too. We got under the stairs and he dropped my hand just before I could pull it out of his hold.
I looked up at him and noticed slight differences in his physical appearance. It had been two weeks I last saw him. His slightly long hair that used to cover his eye was now cut short, away from his eye and forehead. His smooth jaw now had a few stubbles dusted on it. Above his upper lips was a mustache shadow that just added to his appeal. He had dark circles
