There may be mistakes of taking Sapphira's surname as Woods (which I named earlier) so if you get it, do comment there and I will correct it.
CHAPTER: THREE TATTOO
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"DO RICH BOYS CRY?" I ask my friend who is busy looking at the scene getting unfold. She shrugs before scooping the ice cream and digging it in her wide mouth.
"They do. It's just that they need light for the pain to get expose," I look at her to which she smiles sadly. I sigh looking at the particular rich boy who is busy getting hurt and hitting his opponent.
Suddenly his eyes lands on mine making me pause my gesture, with a startle gaze I look at him but he quickly retreats back to glare at his opponent.
"And sometimes they need someone whom they can share their feelings but also at the same time hurt them," My heart pauses and it somehow flutter differently on that day.
Eve squeals when she could grasps the moment I held with that rich guy. "Did you see how he looked at you?" I blush furiously at the misinterpretation she may have.
"Yeah. He just looked at the crowd that formed," I shrug trying to act nonchalant.
Eve scoffs and glances at me as if I don't know Donald Trump has been replaced.
"Did you see how he looked at you when we were in canteen?"
"When?" I squint my eyes trying to think if we ever bumped at each other but none came.
"Okay fine. Did you see how he looked at you in the first period we had?" My mind only held confusion. When did all these things happen?
"Don't tell me your eyes didn't roam around the class?" I shake my head in response and she snorts at my remark.
"Of course, you dumb*s. You are like I am goody two shoes," I hit her back making her chuckle.
I fidget my fingers and whisper lowly, afraid that my accusation will be heard by others. "Is it real?"
