Mackenzie's P.O.V.
I lie down on the bed and rest my whole body. It's almost midnight and we just came back from outside after having dinner.
And I'm tired as hell.
"Now sleep." Mr. Orlando says as he enters the room with his eyes downwards on his phone screen and sits on the bed foot.
"I will." I get up and lie down on my stomach, facing him. "But I want to ask you something."
"What?" He replies without taking his eye glances off from his phone.
"Don't you like Skylar?" I ask and he looks at me.
"Why?"
"You look like you like her a lot." I smirk as he furrows his eyebrows.
"Go to sleep." He says and again looks over his phone.
"No, um actually..." I rest my chin on my palm. "You both would look cute together but unfortunately she doesn't like you, maybe."
"Who said she doesn't
