Lydia’s P.O.V
“You need help with that?” I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Lyric! You scared me!” I said placing a hand over my racing heart, even though I knew my face won’t show anything.
I thought he would make some snide comment about yesterday, but somehow Lyric never fails to surprise me. He pulled up the sleeves of his black T-shirt and began helping me out with the weeds himself, working silently beside me without making any complaints. It was almost two thirty in the afternoon and we were currently in the college backyard, where a small strip of land had been transformed into a miniature garden.
We hadn’t spoken yesterday after Lyric took me out of that crowd yesterday and to my surprise, followed me back home so no one tried anything funny while I was alone. And this
