I looked over his expression carefully. It was furious, that much was obvious, but behind it… yes, there was a definite pain there. I could see it in his eyes. I wondered what about me could have fueled such pain, such anger.
Blonde hair? I mused to myself, maybe he had a recent breakup with someone, and she looked just like me… or maybe he knew someone named Paige…
“Drew?” said the teacher. She was staring at him. I blinked. So his name was Drew…
Drew didn’t look up, his music must be too loud. Poor teacher, she looked young and inexperienced. She probably had no idea how to deal with people like Drew.
When she finally had his attention, she repeated her question.
I saw the pain again, visible for a second before the anger came. He gritted his teeth, “No.”
His voice was quiet, but it was hard as steel: cold, cutting. The teacher looked shocked, “Ex-excuse me?” she stammered.
Yep, definitely young and inexperienced.
“No,” he repeated.
Another girl jumped up, “Oh, I’ll take her Miss Auburn.”