The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 65

Dad got me two days off to recover at home.

Since that day, Andre hadn't sent me a single message.

I tortured myself by turning on "Do Not Disturb" for him on Facebook, but I couldn't help but check my messages again just a few minutes later.

By the time I returned to school on Wednesday, there still hadn't been a single message from him.

During my first morning back at school, I was racing to catch up on all the subjects I had missed.

At lunch, Andre asked me to join him, but I declined. "I already asked my deskmate to bring me lunch." 

Then I pointed to the test paper in front of me. "I need to catch up, and my foot still isn't completely healed. The doctor said I should try to walk as little as possible."

Andre frowned, looking uneasy. "Why don't I bring you lunch?"

I kept my head down, focused on checking my answers. "It's fine. It doesn't matter who brings it."

Our classroom was empty except for the two of us. The only sound was the soft scratching of my pen on the paper.

Andre spoke up again, "Let me help you study."

"I don't need that." I instinctively refused. "I can just look at my deskmate's notes."

Andre's patience was running thin. He snatched my pen away and tossed it aside, speaking firmly. "You're upset with me."

Finally, I looked up at him. After two days of tormenting myself and feeling sorry for myself, I managed to calm down.

I said honestly, "It's not like that. I'm just wondering if our relationship should end here."

Andre's expression suddenly tensed. I quietly asked, "Do you know I sprained my ankle?"

He nodded. "I overheard your deskmate talking about it."

His eyes were calm, like a quiet night, but his expression showed he didn't realize he had done anything wrong.