Peering into the blue—green changeable eyes of Jeremy with veiled grief, Roy forced a gulp down his clogged up throat.No matter how hard Roy beckoned his inner self to speak, a storm of misery twisted his stomach.Jeremy on the contrary refused to change his happy expression and firmly waited for Roy to speak.Unable to hold the silence, Sasha cut it off asking—rather enthusiastically "Do you know him Jerry?"Roy's heart throbbed listening to the nickname and his brows creased. The intense emotions running through Roy was indecipherable to others present.Jeremy glanced at his elder sister and replied "Yes. We met at the bus stop and Roy here was persistent to return back a handkerchief—I lend him.""Handkerchief?" Sasha questioned-her ocean blue irises scanning this Roy guy in a strict manner.Seeing, Sasha's penetrating gaze, Roy bit his lips, unable to comprehend a reaction. She stepped forward—with her slender hands on hips.Roy's silence prevailed.Monroe who hasn't spoken anythi
Rising as victorious with consecutive wins in the last two Sets of all three, Amaryllis Volleyball Team was surrounded by appraisals and cheers. Defeating the team in their domain certainly proved hard for Karlstein.
Roy had been too preoccupied with thoughts revolving around Jeremy, that he didn't notice his arousal.
Destiny or not, one thing was final and that is―Roy plans on taking full advantage of their encounter this time.
Roy stood stiffly with Jeremy by his side shuffling his bag.
Monday. The day that officially makes people tired before they even set out for the day. There certainly are people who take Monday's seriously—but unsparingly, students hope for this day to vanish from the calendar. Yes, the ones who are going to graduate by the next year—too.
Roy patiently waited for Ken to convince the server to add one extra serving to the spare plate he was holding on.
In the bustling Cafeteria, a table of four―far down the hall, remained silent. The sound of spoons hitting the plates only echoed.