(Luca's P.O.V.)
"You have a pretty voice." My cheeks heated up and I felt confused. I have a pretty voice? My voice is horrible! You can barley understand me with my stutter. Riley got up and moved to the front of the room. He got his phone out and started listening to music. I sighed and looked at the desk. Was he insulting me? Was he saying I had a girl voice? I mean yeah, I don't have the most masculine voice but I haven't hit puberty yet. Okay. . .that's really embarrassing. I'm thirteen and in the eighth grade yet I haven't even hit puberty. Some people in my class already have facial hair! Let's get off this embarrassing topic. I sighed again and the bell rang. I got up and went to my next class. I walked into science and sat down at my desk. The teacher started to tell us about ato
