I Think My Deskmate Has a Secret
Language: en
Every day, it felt like there was a line of girls trying to win over my deskmate. Cheerleaders, prom queens, the most popular girls in school—they all flocked to him. But my quiet, brooding deskmate? He didn't have an ounce of chivalry in his body. He’d look dead into the eyes of these gorgeous girls and spit out a single word: "Leave." It was always dripping with pure, unadulterated annoyance and apathy. Yet, that same guy would turn around, pin me against the lockers, and look at me with dark, intense eyes. His voice would carry a desperate, almost pleading edge: "Don't like anyone…