Chapter 50 Much Better

• Tyrone had brilliant eyes, a freshly shaved face, and an outfit that made every girl in class want to cry when she saw him the next day. His outfit included stonewashed jeans, a baby blue jumper, and white high-top sneakers. Nothing was exceptional about it, yet how his jumper hugged his muscles made my eyes pop out. Ignorant of the unexpected feminine attention, his sea-green eyes darted about the room before locking onto mine and giving me a sincere, dimpled smile that left my mouth hanging wide.
• It had been years since he'd grinned at me.
• He was moving past the first three rows with such confidence that I could feel something else about him was off until he slid into his desk in front of me.