I Am Not A Boy
To avoid making things more awkward than they already were, Valentine attempted a smile, his eyes unintentionally meeting Olive's gray orbs. They stared at each other for a few moments, and he reluctantly looked away from Olive.
Ava, who was intently gazing at him, smiled widely and approached him in the blink of an eye. He cupped his cheeks in her palms, startling him.
"Oh my, you are so pretty for a boy!" She chortled, her eyes sparkling in awe.
Valentine, who was obviously uncomfortable, smiled awkwardly and tried to get her hands off. "I-I am not a boy, haha." He laughed nervously.
"You are not?" Ava was surprised. "You look so young! Haha." She went ahead, grabbing Valentine's lean waist, which caused him to flinch away from her.
"P-please don't touch me." Valentine tried to be as polite as possible. He shifted closer to Draven and instinctively grabbed the hem of his coat as though seeking help from him.