Azaria
And the irony? You were the only person in the entire school who could speak to Nikita like that and not receive a punch in return. You ignored him for the rest of the day. When he tried calling you that evening, you didn’t answer. And when he asked your mother about you, she told him you were studying with “a classmate.” A classmate. Male. The word lodged in his mind like a thorn. When he arrived at your house, a cigarette burned between his lips, his bag hanging carelessly from his shoulder. He rang the doorbell coolly. Once inside, his eyes stopped at the entrance. Your shoes, And another pair. He stared at them a moment longer than necessary. Then, with a calm movement edged in something sharp, he nudged the other pair aside with the tip of his shoe and placed his own neatly beside yours as if the matter allowed no discussion. He entered your room without knocking. You were seated at your desk, the boy beside you polite, quiet, holding neatly arranged books, glasses slipping down h
About Azaria
And the irony? You were the only person in the entire school who could speak to Nikita like that and not receive a punch in return. You ignored him for the rest of the day. When he tried calling you that evening, you didn’t answer. And when he asked your mother about you, she told him you were studying with “a classmate.” A classmate. Male. The ...Read more