I paced around my classroom the next morning with a whiteboard marker in my hand and Sakura on my mind. Last night, I hadn’t been able to think. Even after I had my hands covered in blood from working with the mob, I couldn’t get her out of my f*****g head.
She’d better show up today.
She’d better show up today.While she had promised not to miss class, I wasn’t so sure what she’d do after spotting that gun in my glove box.
Students for the third period began flooding into the classroom. Every time the door opened, I glanced over and hoped it was Sakura. But the desks began filling with uninterested kids until there was only a minute before class.
Growling to myself, I uncapped the marker and began writing today’s lesson.
Sakura was never late.
never After glancing over my shoulder ag
