T H O M A S
"Are you sick, Thomas?" Mr. Westwood approached me. "You're face is red."
"I. . ." I paused and blushed when I recalled the reason why.
"You can go to the infirmary, sleep or go home." He suggested.
I wasn't in the mood to play volleyball. I sighed and nodded. "Thank you, sir."
"Mr. Standford, you escort Thomas to the infirmary." Mr. Westwood said. Cloud's eye and mine met and I felt so embarrassed. Why him? He was the witness.
"Sure. I'll go with him, sir." Cloud said.
* * *
We we're walking to the covered walk connecting the gym and the west wing of the building when Cloud broke the silence between us.
"Are you, um, going out?" He asked and hesitant.
My face heated up and a laugh escaped my mouth.
"Why would you say that?"
He blushed. "T-that thing that, um, aren
