(AYA)
I SLOWLY take a deep breath, trying hard to get rid of my strange thoughts and feelings. I get up into a sitting position, my hands clenching the thin blanket because I knew my skirt is currently in a compromising position. I twisted and turned while I sleep so it’s now hitched up my thighs.
“I’m not sick. I’m just sleepy,” I inform him.
He raises his brows. “Sleepy?”
“And tired,” I supply and then I decide to give him a piece of the rants I’ve been keeping inside me for weeks, “My work load as the Sports’ Committee head is taking a toll on me. Running around a campus as big as Golden Cross’ is not an easy task.” I still have a lot of things to say but I keep it all in.
Trei just looks at me. I look at him back. When he doesn’t react I just sigh. “Why are you here anyway? Do
