JASMINE
I sat in the quiet corner of the library, slowly flipping through the pages of my project notes.
The highlighter moved steadily across the paper as I double-checked every detail for the voluntary activity presentation. For once, I felt focused and in control.
Suddenly, a hand slammed down hard, snapping my book shut right in front of me.
I looked up, already annoyed and ready to lash out at the crazy punk who did this, and, like I thought, seeing the person didn't make me relax or change my mind.
Henry stood there, eyes burning with the deepest hatred I had ever seen. His face still bore faint bruises, and a white bandage was tightly wrapped around his wrist.
"What" I grumbled, glaring at him. I wasn't in the mood for his stupid games.
He raised his uninjured hand but then I indicated a stop sign for him to caution himself. "This is the library. Keep your voice down."
"Then come let's speak," he whispered.
