Chp 42
Zyra POV For a few seconds, I don’t touch the paper. Instead I just stare at it. The classroom around me is loud now, all the students are laughing, they are zipping their bags and dragging their chairs across the floor but all of it sounds far away, muffled, like I’ve been dropped underwater. My hair band, He just walked out wearing my hair band. Who does that? And who steals something so small and somehow turns it into something intimate?. My pulse refuses to calm down. Annoyance should be the strongest thing I feel right now. It should be anger, It should be disgust at his nerves but instead, something warmer slips through the cracks of all that outrage, something dangerous and humiliating that makes my chest tighten. I hate it and more importantly I hate him more for causing it,
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