Angel's Among Us
Me5 foot 7, thick brown tousled hair, and a shy smile that showed just a bit of those pearly whites. That’s how you describe the perfection of Shane Oston. He may not have the brains, but the brawn: A+. I swear to God his muscles flex with every step, mesmerizing me.
“Hiii Shaane!” I say enthusiastically with a hint of flirt as he saunters past my front row desk.
“Um, hey.” He says bluntly before sliding into his seat two seats beside me.
What was THAT? I ask myself. As If he doesn’t want me…everyone does.