It was already ten in the morning but neither André nor Noah was showing any signs of still being alive. Somehow, they managed to make it back into their dorms without getting into any trouble on the way.
Unfortunately for Noah, it took about an hour before the first cab finally showed itself. He was about to give up and just walk to school, leaving André out on the streets, but he couldn’t.
Maybe it was the inner prince in him that made him so … chivalrous. But honestly speaking, it was probably just the thought that he’d be the primary suspect if André died in an unknown circumstance.
André groaned, his entire body feeling like boiled shite. Feeling the urge to suddenly drink a s**t ton of water, he forced his head up, his eyes still pretty much closed, and said, water again and agai
