It makes it easier, somehow, that that's the way he looks at her. That
he's ever inch the arch, judgemental boy that she'd first met in her dorm
room. That he looks, in that moment, a million miles away from the boy
that she loves.
"Don't look at me like that," she says, her voice low and hard, the bat
still in her hand. "Don't you...don't you dare."
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Date: 2020-06-06 08:34 pm (UTC)It makes it easier, somehow, that that's the way he looks at her. That he's ever inch the arch, judgemental boy that she'd first met in her dorm room. That he looks, in that moment, a million miles away from the boy that she loves.
"Don't look at me like that," she says, her voice low and hard, the bat still in her hand. "Don't you...don't you dare."