Enzo As I read the letter that fell out of James’ pocket, my eyes widened. I always knew that guy was off about something, and he’d been acting weird ever since my information was leaked. The information that was leaked included my physical fitness test files, and the only other people aside from h
“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
Nina Enzo and I almost kissed. But we didn’t. He stepped away before we could. I understood why he did that, but it still hurt. At the very least, even though he left almost immediately after, I made him promise not to hurt James; I wanted to get to the bottom of this before we did anything rash.
“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
Nina By the time the symposium came, I had spent the past few days trying my best to solely focus on my presentation. I decided that I couldn’t let my feelings for Enzo impede upon my grades in the exact same way that he couldn’t let his feelings for me impede upon his performance in the tournament
“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
Nina The coffee shop was dimly lit and quiet when I arrived, but also warm and cozy: the perfect atmosphere for working on my paper. I grabbed a quick coffee to stave off the constant feeling of exhaustion from my lack of proper sleep before I set my things down at a corner table and made myself co
“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