The Sneaky Sketch (2)

~•Aden•~

I saw the frown on her forehead becoming more prominent while she stared back at me, too speechless to say anything. Or, was it me who was stopping her from continuing? 

My eyes settled down on the back of my hand which was pressed against her rosy pink lips. I gave her an apologetic look, yet I didn't move it away. In her state of rage, she seemed to have forgotten that we were in the middle of the class. Her words were too loud that I had to stop her from continuing and finish her sentence.

I stole a glance towards the front of the hall and released a long sigh of relief inwardly when I found the professor busy in explaining the monochrome picture which was projected on the screen. He seemed to be stuck in a world of his own, completely oblivious of what was going at the back end of his class.