Walking away from that creep of a guy, I continued to read my book. The pain on my knees hurt and blood was running down them, slowly staining my grey socks.
What a bummer... I'll have to buy another pair on the way back from school. And who was that guy? I've never seen him before. He doesn't seem to be from a privileged family who can afford something as expensive as tuition here and he doesn't seem like the intelligent type who could get a scholarship.
So, who was he and why do I feel this way about him? Apart from his bruised face, he did look pretty handsome.
As I walked through the gates, Aubery peeked at me from a distance, his eyes on my long blond hair.
Never before had he felt such attraction before. The world around him took on so much colour.
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