He ran his fingers through his hair, taking a sudden interest in the textbook on my desk. Knowing I wouldn’t get rid of him so easily, I extended my hand and watched it get swallowed up in his. Besides, I’d done a good job avoiding other students in the past and for the first three weeks of this school year. I wasn’t keen on making friends, not when I moved so much. I’m Colt O’Shea, and you are? He stuck his hand out, and I hesitated. His smile reached all the way to his icy blue eyes. A tall blond boy I’d never seen before was hovering over me. I jumped, knocking the pencil off my desk.
Is this seat taken? an unfamiliar voice asked. Craving to come near, only to brush past for a fleeting moment, before they disappear into the deep recesses once again.
M emories linger, misty like the shadows, tingling the senses.
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