Declan-Chapter Twenty Eight

Declan

*A couple of weeks later*

"Good luck at the game tonight, Declan!" A brunette girl says, bending over her desk and pushing her chest out, trying to give me an eyeful of her ample cleavage that is protruding from the top of her shirt as I walk past her desk to take my seat, waiting for Eden to make it to class. She was called away at the end of Literature and hasn't made it back yet.