The Monster Within

The rain had already soaked the campus when Chris finally showed up. His blond hair clung to his forehead, his black jacket was drenched, and a small cut marked his lower lip. Yet, as always, he acted like nothing had happened. “Why are you staring?” he asked casually, dropping into the seat beside you. “I’m fine.” He reached for the project papers, but his hand suddenly froze. For a split second, his pale eyes changed—something wild flickering behind them. Then he blinked, and it was gone. “Let’s just finish the project, okay?”