I couldn’t help but cry.
He looked down, so ashamed at what I’de seen.
“Why did you do that?” I asked quietly.
he didn’t answer.
“Jessie?” I whined.
He looked back up at me. “I’m okay.” He said halfheartedly.
“That wasn’t the question.” I muttered.
I thought about him before. His long auburn hair, his huge smile, his tight grip, his bright eyes, his violent red shirts, his refusal to give in and wear skinny jeans.
thats not what I saw now. His beautiful hair was gone, his smile was dull, his eyes were blank, his shirts were black, and his jeans were skin tight.
I didn’t know what happened to him, but god how I wanted to.
“Morgan, I’m just going through some things is all.” he said hesitantly.
Than class started, and I was forced to shut up.