P R O L O G U E

In which an unknowingly hilarious girl just can't seem to leave him alone, and he can't understand why.

(Or)

I groan and flop into the chair in front of the hoodie clad boy, more like man. Over here lookin like a graffiti board, hah.

Kidding, his tattoos are beautiful. Like him.

Whys he sitting by himself anyway? Shouldn't girls be over here running each other over for him?

He only glares at me while I lay my arms on the edge of his desk and prop my chin on them, looking at him directly.

"You have really pretty eyes, you know."

Started: 04/05/17
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