At Sinclair's question, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering about the edge in his voice, an edge that was barely there. I wasn't sure he was even aware of it.
We had both agreed that personal questions were off the bet. And that had been the reason why I hadn't asked him about the thriving issue between him and Raul. Yet, here he was talking about I and Raul like we had something going, like he was curious about knowing what exactly we had going on.
I ignored him.
"I want to go to college when I'm done here, or rather I want to use it as an avenue for exploring the world, before taking up my responsibility. But my parents want me to take up my responsibility after school."
I stopped my movement then and then looked at Sinclair in shock. He had answered my question, the first I had asked him earlier after the principal's office. I had asked him what his plans were after school, and he had told me that he hadn't owed me an answer.
