“Here. The damn washroom.” He muttered under his breath.


I frowned as I looked up at him. He was staring at me blankly, a scowl perfectly plastered across his face. 

His grayish-blue eyes burned with a fierce fire, much like Nat’s. A few loose strands of hair fell over his face, softening little to nothing about him.

He was really handsome—too handsome. Like a Greek god molded by the gods themselves. They had no right to make him look this unfairly perfect.

I felt my cheeks heating up at the thought but snapped out of it when I saw the look he was giving me.

Weird Riley.

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Chapter 2 - AUTHOR'S NOTE