“Wait!” she said. I felt her small hand grab my wrist and I stopped, not so much as looking at her because I couldn’t even bear it. “Promise you won’t do anything rash until we figure out what’s really going on,” she said, surprising me. I had expected her to say something about our relationship, bu

“There are no excuses in this class,” he interrupted. “The exam is over, and it looks like you’re only halfway finished. I’ll be docking points for this; next time, try not to stay up all night partying.” I went to say that I wasn’t up partying, but what was I supposed to say after that? If I menti

“I think he made this,” he said, gesturing to the sick project. There was no name attached to it anywhere, however. “You don’t think…” I began, my voice trailing off. Enzo shrugged, glancing over at his shoulder. As he did, a couple of other students quickly looked away. I wondered if they had see

“Sorry,” I said, walking up to him and watching as he hobbled over to the bench and sank down with defeat. “Have you been training this hard all day?” He shrugged. “I’ve got another match tomorrow, and my skills are slipping. I’d still be practicing if I didn’t just break my stick.” I was silent f

A small gasp escaped my lips as I watched. They stayed like that for some time, just silently showing their solidarity with Enzo at the center of the line. They stared quietly at the protesters until the protesters finally got escorted out by security. The rest of the crowd cheered once they were a