Chloe’s POV
“s**t, do we really have gym next?” Dera exclaimed when she saw me fully dressed in my school issued gym sweats.
“Yes, do you not own a timetable?” I already fished out my phone to forward a general timetable to her.
Before I could click send, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me in the opposite direction of the gym I was originally headed for—I didn’t even need to ask, I knew exactly where we were headed and why she wanted me to accompany her.
“Do you really need me to escort you to the restroom?” I groaned.
Dera shot me a quieting glare and kept on dragging me by my arm until we reached the female restrooms and were securely inside.
While Dera went into the bathroom to ease herself and change into her gym outfit, I remained outside so I decided to touch up my makeup
