... Ava's Point of View ...
This jerk, he didn't have a problem when he pinned me on the wall back at my grandfather's place. Why suddenly be jumpy about simple eye contact?
"You are awfully strange today." I hissed, slowly studying Shyn from his bare feet on the floor to his unsurprisingly troubled but handsome face.
Oh? His hair... the way his hair's slicked back... It's always the same. He doesn't change styles.
Strange, even here in his place, it was like that? I wonder if that was just how his hair works. Though, it's a little messy now, the couple of strands of hair that was sticking out and touching his forehead...
"Ava?" Shyn asked innocently.
I closed my eyes, as I sighed mentally and released all my thoughts away.
