"Really?" Checkmate. Pay more attention when you are playing, Adam." "Oh, Damn it. How come i keep losing?" "Simple. You don't focus, you lose. You're better at this game when you're not bickering about dancing and stuff like that." Damian's hand swiped up the book he was reading, which was called "The Modern Prometheus", which in my brain, translated into Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.
"Sup, Connor. Have you found a date for the Dance?" "Don't mention it. Please." "You haven't found one yet?" "No. Of course not. I did find one, but i mean, it's the other way around. She asked me, of course, i didn't asked her."
"Lemme guess: Lavender Brown?"
"Adam? How did you know?"
"It's very obvious she has a huge crush on you, considering the fact that she attempted to kiss you during dance practice."
"I hate you, Adam."
"It's reality. Just get over it, Connor. It's only for 4 hours, it's not like going to hell."
His body turned, and my eyes could not catch sight of him anymore after that point. I can't see through doors.
My body entered the space behind the door. My whole body made contact with the bed. After that, my eyes could not see anything. Just pitch black.