"I don't need to see a doctor," I dug my still painful heels into the soil, reluctant to take another step.
"Look, I love you Han, but you look like shit," Will ruffled my hair, blinding me temporarily whilst knocking my feet from under me and tossing me over his shoulder, caveman style.
I ignored the many curious eyes following us and hit at his back, acting ever the childish brat. It was kind of fun to experience these youthful hormones, freely expressing myself.
Mo Zhiyue had been so much more uptight and withdrawn, holding in everything to vent into her creativity. Whereas Hannah was more like a loaded cannon with nowhere to aim.
Both personalities influenced me, and the choices I made; however, this body's hormones were something inescapable. No matter how mature my mind may, or may not, be.
