Lena
I so badly wanted to scream and tell him everything was not okay. That a lot is bothering me. But then I remembered my reputation and that of his was at stake, I discarded the thought. I forced out a smile, one that masked up the tension inside me. "Yeah, I'm good." My voice betrayed me because it didn't come out straight. Rather, it made the suspicious expression on his face grow more.
He stepped down the stairs and pulled at my hand leading us down to the couch. He made me sit before following suit. "You can tell me. I'm a good listener." He started; his eyes somehow burned holes in my head. I know he'd take care of it without wasting time just like he did with the test grade the other time. But was I ready to tell him? Was I ready to risk it?
The air was thick with tension an
