SHE LOOKED LIKE a ghost revived by anger. But I wasn’t looking at Vee this time. My eyes laid on someone else, who was outside the hall, waiting for some unlucky guy—no other than me.
As soon as I opened the door of the plenary hall, leaving the session with the rest of the students because I got boarded and Viannie refused to talk to me, I saw Trina leaning on the wall beside the door. She looked at me with distressed eyes, then stood up straight.
I stopped midstep. I couldn’t help but notice how she looked. She didn’t even look like she was ready for some conversation because she was frantically twisting her fingers against each other as she stared at me.
“What really happened?” she asked with a quivering voice. I felt a sudden pain in my chest. I have never been empathetic towards
