他倾身靠过来,用一种沉冷恐吓的语气诉说着过去:
I
was
a
quiet
kid。
Always
in
the
back
of
the
class。
Always
looking
at
the
exits。我是个孤僻的小孩。总是坐在教室最后一排。总是在看出口在哪儿。
那双灰蓝瞳孔倒映着壁灯微弱的光。
You
think
they
were
whispering
about
how
handsome
I
was?你觉得她们会在私下里悄悄谈论我有多帅?Keegan注视你,They
were
probably
wondering
if
I
was
going
to
snap
and
burn