The Quiet Gravity
The back row of Class 2-A was a dead zone. Nobody sat within two seats of Ren. He liked it that way—or that’s what he told himself so he wouldn't have to deal with the fact that his pulse spiked every time someone looked his way.
The Quiet Gravity
The back row of Class 2-A was a dead zone. Nobody sat within two seats of Ren. He liked it that way—or that’s what he told himself so he wouldn't have to deal with the fact that his pulse spiked every time someone looked his way.