16 | HENRY

I sighed and chewed the tip of my pencil as I stared at the math question in front of me. Today, the universe decided to be merciful by letting clouds fill the sky and ease the heat. 

A plate, that had popsicle sticks on it, rested at the center of the rectangular table and a cold breeze blew in our direction from the open windows across from us. Louis and I were seated in the library as we studied together.

It was peaceful, with only the light scratching sounds of our pencils, as we scribbled down numbers, to be heard.

My mind was busy. Not only with calculations but with thoughts of Andre as well. We didn't have a proper conversation after our talk in the kitchen and I couldn't blame him. After everything that I had said, he was obviously angry at me.

Being around him was awkward and we barely talked this entire week. I tried to convince myself that it was for the best, but the ache in my chest was becoming hard to ignore. I want