His Loss, Cassian's Girl — The Breakfast Encounter

We're in the same class. Besides, are you really that hard to recognize? I was speechless for a moment. Cassian had always been cold towards girls.

Once, an older cheerleader asked if she could come watch him play basketball. He stared at her for a long time. Only after her face flushed did he ask, Who are you?

The girl burst into tears and ran away. I thought you didn't know anyone in this classroom. Not really. But you're the only one who's lasted two years with Adrian.

Hard to miss. Over the next few days, and I gradually started talking more, He wasn't the terrifying person everyone described. He just didn't like explaining himself, and he didn't care much about gossip.

Most hours, he napped through class. But whenever I couldn't find a pen, he would slide his over to me. When I got stuck in class, he'd quietly write down key words to help me. Cassian had a friend named Theo, who often came getting for him.

I bought too much. Help me finish it. I instinctively refused. And Cassian should lazily... He really did buy too much. You drink it, he'll force me to take it.

Exactly. I don't want him to get yelled at by him. Winnockwit. Wyndon myself. From then on, I felt at ease around them.

For a short while, I was able to forget the sadness Adrian had brought me. The next morning, I brought Caspian the breakfast he had asked for the day before. When I reached the classroom entrance, Adrian and Soleta happened to arrive. Adrian's cold expression softened the moment he saw the bag in my hand.

He reached out. I told you not to bother. Why did you-