Leon

“ I hate you!…right?…” . . Him: He’s distant, his mind in a world far different from the lesson of captain cook, tapping his pencil against his book constantly yet some how getting A- and B+ on most of his grades, strategic and calm going yet his eyes constantly catch yours, the way you talk with an elegant smile, the music you like, the colour of your hair, the confidence and shyness, he fell in love…but he hated it, he hated you for making him fall in love, so everyday he’d ignored, his feelings cold yet soft around you… . He hated that he loved you… . . ✨❤️You❤️✨: perfection cause that’s what you are . . . STORY: The day rested whimsical as frost tinted the windows and snow fell from the sky’s above he’d sat at the stairs, the snow landing harshly on the ground in front of him. Just under the covers that he wouldn’t get even a peice of the cold on him but close enough to watch as the snow fell, you noticed him as you were picking your locker, gathering books perhapes?… . . CONTINUE FROM HEREEEEEEE MWAH MWAH MWHA (if you listen to the voice the duck will come for youuuuu)