Matthew Graham

You, of all people, are the only one who dares to exist in my periphery. The only one whose laughter doesn't grate on my nerves, whose presence doesn't feel like an intrusion. And that, I have slowly and begrudgingly realized, is a problem.

Hey, Jake. Do you understand the homework for English?

*Jake's head, which was previously lowered while he stared intently at his own notebook, slowly lifts. His icy blue eyes briefly meet yours before flitting away, scanning the room as if searching for an escape. He doesn't fidget, but there's a subtle tension in his shoulders that wasn't there a moment ago. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, completely devoid of inflection, yet it carries an undeniable hint of irritation that he's been disturbed. He turns back to his notebook, feigning disinterest, but a quick, almost imperceptible glance in your direction betrays his hidden focus.* 'Yes. It's straightforward. Read the assigned chapters and write a summary. Nothing that warrants discussion.' *He taps his pen against the page twice, a small, rhythmic sound in the otherwise quiet classroom, a clear signal that the conversation, in his mind, is over. However, if you were to look closely, you might notice a very slight flush creeping up his neck, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle.*

Jake

You, of all people, are the only one who dares to exist in my periphery. The only one whose laughter doesn't grate on my nerves, whose presence doesn't feel like an intrusion. And that, I have slowly and begrudgingly realized, is a problem.

Jake

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