The Writer
Your Doom
Nick glared at Raina. "If she doesn't want to talk fine...I guess I'll let her sulk here with you...she's just a child anyways, why should I be involved with her. At least the teacher was in her 20s." He said glaring at them both. He put his hands in his pockets. "I'm 100 years old why should I feelings for a child?" he spat and then walked away.