Teen_romance

"No problem, trespasser," she said, finally meeting his eyes. "See you next Tuesday?"

She sat down, opening a copy of The Great Gatsby that looked like it had been through a car wash. For twenty minutes, the only sound was the scratch of Leo’s pencil and the turning of her pages. The silence wasn't heavy, though. It felt like a bubble, protecting them from the loud, messy world outside the double doors. "Leo?" she whispered, not looking up. teen_romance

The back corner of the Westview High library was where dust went to die. It was also where Leo hid when the noise of the hallway became too much. He was halfway through a biology diagram when a notebook slid onto his table. It was covered in doodles—mostly tiny, intricate stars and one very lopsided cat. "No problem, trespasser," she said, finally meeting his eyes