SKYLA.
Now that I wasn’t expecting and I can’t help but smirk at his struggle, he growls in frustration, letting go of me and turning his back on me. I chuckle, sliding my gown up over my shoulder.
“You really are so boring.” I tut, pushing past him, not bothering to tie my gown as I shamelessly turn and stop in front of him. “You’re not my teacher right now.”
“No thanks. How did you get hurt?” He asks icily.
“I don’t really like to share my secrets.” I reply icily, “Now, do you want to join me or do you plan to leave?”
He’s refusing to look at me and my stomach twists when his gaze falls on the bathroom door. The broken glass… I see his gaze go to the ground, his frown deepening. There are bits of dirt but I hope the dark wood flooring disguises it somewhat… He seems to be thinking s
