Flashback Continue:-

Allen was suddenly back in fifth grade when my whole world stopped as he walked into her homeroom. The difference this time was that he wasn't wearing a uniform and he had a can of cold beer in his hand. He still has that cold, hard stare, and his hair is still undone and messy in a good way. But he is still unbelievably gorgeous. Like a Greek god that descended to Earth. He walked like he was a runway model in a fashion show, and goddamn, he looked like one too.

Allen POV:-

I guess I was just used to it, but I acknowledged him by giving...