Reilley's POV.
Trevor is not talking to me. I mean he is speaking to me. But you can feel that he's trying so hard to avoid me. He's so distant.
Deavon was able to force himself to me during the second class. He sat beside me. I think he knows why I'm silent and he's been trying to distract me by teasing me playfully. I don't know. Should I blame him? I can literally just ignore him to make Trevor feel better, but why?
Why can't I do it?
"You're mad," he stated. Deavon didn't bother asking me first and just assume that I am mad at him. My head turned to the side when I felt his leg touching mine. He's making our knees touch each other.
"What made you think that I am?" I asked while wearing a very serious face.
"You still look sexy when you're serious as fuck. But I like your innocent submissive face better." He smirked like a pervert. I rolled my eyes at him. This is not the good time for him to tease me like that. But for some reason. I don't feel annoyed at all. I looked to my side.