He seemed so damn serious about it that my eyes couldn't resist themselves from going wide. My tears were suddenly choked, leaving my wide eyes watery as I stared at him through the salty tears. It was rather unbelievable that he was asking me a question to which I knew he would possibly never choose the former to answer my questions.
'Can anyone ever say no to him?' I asked myself, finding the reluctance in my heart to even bring up that negative word on my lips. 'With a face and attitude like that, it's very hard for anyone to ever go against his wishes. But then again, no one has ever said no to him because of 'that' fear.'
"Won't you give your senior an answer?" he questioned, bringing his fingers to tap my chin for my attention.
"Wouldn't that be back-talking to a senior, as the bullies would put it?" I returned, pondering what exactly must I be doing if I was ever in a bully's presence.
