Chapter 7: Trapped in a trauma
Oliver West
YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD! His silvery deadly gaze screamed at me.
For some even more stupid reason, I hurried towards him.
"I’m s-sorry, I... does it hurt?"
He glared down at me like I was an alien, a stupid one, which stirs snickers from people around.
I gulped nervously, wondering why I had even asked. The laughter and snickering made me wish I could shrink into nothing or even disappear completely.
I tried to block out their crude words, but they still found their way inside my head.
"He’s so stupid."
"Was it intentional? Is he trying to gain Kieran Morrison’s attention?"
"A guy like him? No way! I’m sure Kieran wouldn’t spare a stupid guy like him."
"Maybe the pretty boy thinks he has a chance," someone else laughed cruelly.
"Yeah right, as if Kieran would ever look twice at a gay loser like Oliver."