Luna
"Are you going somewhere?" Raising from the couch, I walk my way to him. I stand there between him and the main door, having no intention to give him a chance to walk away from me. He didn't allow me to his room, let alone have the breakfast that I cooked for him early this morning. No, he can't ignore me like this. The unsettling feeling in my heart is making me restless. If I don't get the answer from him, I have to go to the principal sir to talk about it.
We are equally at fault, and there is no way I will let Luther take the blame on him this time.
He looks visibly tense. Avoiding eye contact with me, he attempts to pass away from me but blocks him again, asking, "Did he tell you something? Please tell me. We can figure something out together. Alright?"
My breath hitches m
