I typed away on the computer, unbothered by the apparent rambunctious class also sharing the computer lab with me on my free period. Seth was a computer away and didn’t stop looking over to where I sat every few minutes. After a while he rolled his chair closer to mine smiling.
“Hi”
“Uh – Hello” I put my hands on my shaking knee trying to calm it down before it could bump the desk.
“Loud isn’t it?” He asked starching his head.
“I just noticed” I returned dryly.
“We should talk sometime” He pulled at his tee exposing a collarbone.
“We’re talking already, see – you, me and us are talking right now”
He laughed.
“Not what I mean, outside of school?”
“Like what?” I asked taking the hand away from my now steady knee and going back to typing out an assignment. The bright light of the computer screen hurt my eyes; I was never fond of them or teachers who insisted their assignments be typed.
“Phone?”
“I don’t have one” It was a lie but he didn’t seem to care.
“Email?”
“I don’t have one of those either” I shrugged sipping at my water before placing the bottle on the desk.
“You will in a second” He turned back to his computer typing hurriedly before stopping and scribbling in his notebook before tearing out the paper and placing it on my keyboard walking out with nothing but a notebook and pen.
It had an email and password, which I found myself laughing at.
email :nowyouhaveanemail@gmail.com
password : emailme
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Toxic Us.
EspiritualTwo toxic people in a world of thousands that aren't willing to admit it. He tried to die and failed. Meanwhile she lives, but feels as if she's dying. He's Curtis but is refered to as screw up most of the time. She's Eve but he calls her Mcfly. Spi...
