Dominick
My brows knitted when I saw Sawyer’s black eye. Again. He did try to conceal it with dark shades even inside our classroom, so I immediately knew. It was confirmed when I peered at the side of the black glasses.
“I knew it. That’s got to stop, man,” I commented, shaking my head. “It’s not good at all.”
He didn’t care about our classmates’ curious looks though while we waited for our professor that morning. But I guessed there was no class for now because of Prof. Dean’s death last week. I heard we were going to have a commemoration for him today, so maybe his best friend at the university, our supposed class professor at the moment, was busy to oversee the preparations made by the student bo
