Unfortunately, the temperature was rising and I had to remove my hoodie, my precious camouflage, and wrap it around my hips instead. Using the portable fan Irene lent me, I let it blow air into my face as I headed to the tennis courts.
Don’t get me wrong. I was still anxious about crossing paths with Nicholas but the way he looked at me earlier, like I was a piece of gum stuck under the bottom of his shoe, it was unlikely he would approach me at all today. I know I was betting my life on this weird quirk of his, but like Irene said, I was quick to adapt to things. I couldn’t show Autumn a sullen face as I cheered for her anyway.
Even if there was a twinge of misgiving in my chest because there might be a slight chance Nicholas wouldn't forgive me for sexually assaulting him. I should be
