Chapter 12: The Washroom Visitor

ADY

“Just hand it back to me, Jasper.”

Quickly making my way to Jasper, I could see he was waiting for me outside our home so we could go to school together. I extended my hand and gestured for him to return the photo he had taken in my room.

At the time, Jasper was frowning at me from where he sat on his motorcycle. “What should I take back?”

I arched an eyebrow and gazed at him, but instead of feeling threatened, he gave me a wider grin and struggled to maintain eye contact. And it was then that I realized Jasper had stunning eyes. Her hazel brown eyes, long lashes, and svelte nasal bridge make him attractive. He won’t wonder why so many girls and gays like Jasper. His rugged good looks are reminiscent of Mexican actors, and the fact that he has killer biceps and, presumably, six-pack abs is just icing on the cake.

I quickly averted my gaze and took a big breath. “You took the photo of me in my room,” I said.

“What? What photo?” Jasper asked me in surprise.

“It was in my room, on top