•SALOME ALAN•

I pull out my ash sneakers laying by the side of the couch. Crouching low, I stuff my feet in and begin lacing it up. It's bonfire day, the day before our departure from camp. As heartbreaking as it sounds, it's even more disheartening that I'd have to face my dad, and everything that comes with school in general. I'd have to face... Mr. Alex.

Exhaling heavily, I stare at my sneakers in satisfaction before retreating to my seating position, glancing around the room I'd leave in few hours time.

"Can't believe it's our last night here," Theodora grumbles as she pack her sleekly black hair with gold tints at the tip in two low ponytails. She clicks her teeth, frowning at her reflection. "I mean, I haven't even gotten enough fun like I planned..."

"Just stay if you want to." Fabiola shrugs, waving a thick black jacket over her shoulders.

I drop my eyes to my clasped hands on my thigh, trying not to let the worries in my head affect my facial expressions or my mood. It's getting darker by the second, the sun bidding us welfare, setting into the horizon real fast.

"Salome," I turn around on my seat to the call of my name from Taiye. She collapse beside me and I shift to give her proper space, smiling. Her strawberry scent peaks my nostrils as she drop her pink sneakers on the ground.

"Nice sneakers," I nod at her shoes and she glance up at me before looking down at it, then mutter a 'thanks you."

I purse my lips from smiling too much, watching how she gently slide her feet in, while wondering how bizarre we suddenly clicked. Since we chatted on the night of our dinner, the same night I made an offensive mistake, Taiye has been smooth with me, not fully smooth, but at least we walk to the dinning hall together.

Life's truly full of wonders.

"My mom got it for me on my last birthday," Taiye tells me after knotting the rope. My mouth form an 'o' and I nod slowly. Nice.

"Yeah, I can ask where she got it if you want to get yours." She stands upright, slipping down her long flowery summer dress. I wonder if it wouldn't be too light for the cold night.

My eyes widen a bit, my lips stretching in a wide smile. "Oh, wow. I'll tell you when I'm ready then, maybe when we get back home."

She winks her me as she spin around, "Cool."

I hum as my eyes trace her steps to the standing mirror as she adjust the sleeves of her dress, making it off shoulder and relieving her fair toned shoulders. Either our brisk friendliness would be temporary or not, I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm just going to flow with her energy.

"Salome doesn't even try too hard to look hot, even in this super cold weather," Dora wiggles her brows at me, and I realise she has been staring at me all along. I look down at my outfit, I'm putting on nothing flashy. Black baggy sweatpants, ash body hug long sleeves top which I tucked in the sweatpants.

I look up at her, chuckling. "What do you mean? It's nothing serious at all."

Dora scoff and bounce beside me, her flowing long ass skirt spreading on the couch. She trails her eyes down my body and raise a brow, "You clearly don't get me but well," She exhale sharply, clasping her hands on mine. "It's fine... I'm just glad I have a friend like you."

A friend like me.

I stare at her, figuring why she uttered something so deep, yet so causal. Her smile widens and soon turn into soft laugher which I reciprocate, glancing down at her hands on mine. Is this how the world works? Close ones suddenly becoming strangers and strangers swifty becoming close ones.

Yeah, full of wonders, isn't it?

•••

The orangish yellow glow of the burning fire lightens our path as we approach the gathering. Literally everyone's outside, some already settled around the fire and some like me, on the way to meet up. Me and Taiye are walking side by side, the cool night air directly hitting us with all force. Taiye wraps her hand around her body.

"You cold?" I ask, noticing how she'd continually blow out her cheeks. She chuckles softly, looking down as we walk.

"Not really... I'll just highjack my brother's jacket when I see him," She glance at me, smiling. I nod, trying not to drawl at their cute sibling connection. More like twin connection. Although I'm still a tad reluctant been totally free with her, she's making it way more easier to vibe with her kind of person.

I look over my shoulders, wiping tendrils from my face to see Theodora and Fabiola strolling few feet behind, with Theodora intently gesticulating with her hands and the latter nodding like she grab what the cheerful girl's saying.

I smile a little, facing front. We're now at the back of bunch of ebullient students who're already seated around the huge fire, glowing directly on their bubbly faces.

"Wow..." I turn to my side to see drooling Dora. Her eyes wide with her hands clasped to her chest. "So... fire-full," She coos, and face Fabiola. "I don't want to leave so soon..."

Fabiola exhale sharply, staring at them. "Well, we'd have to, eventually."

"Yeah..." She murmur, and in a quick snap, her eyes lit up. "But before that, I just can't miss this, come on you guys," She wave at us, at everyone who's still hanging around. I smile sweetly as we walk around the long bench to seat in an empty space. Taiye settle right beside me and when our eyes meet, she give me a toothy smile, before looking at the fire since we're seated in front.

"Well, here they are,"

I sharply look up to the very familiar voice. Kenny. His hands are deep in his black combat trouser. He smirks down at me, then fake a frown at his twin sister before sighing and settling beside me.

I laugh at his cute act, looking between the two of them. "You guys are cute though," I mumble, earning a disgusting scoff from the both of them.

"Oh please," Taiye rolls her eyes.

I laugh lightly, nudging Kenny with my arm. He slides his eyes to me, an almost unnoticeable adorable grin raising by the side of his mouth. He then glance at his sister above my shoulder and back to me.

"Told you this girl is headache." He says, but deep down, I know he loves her like that. Maybe she's headache but well, she's cool with me now so... She's not. "And yes," Kenny pulls my gaze from the glazing fire to him. "You left the dinner yesterday saying you'd be back, but you didn't."

"Oh..." I look down at my intertwined fingers. As much as Kenny tried not to sound disappointed, I can sense that he was. Yes I said I'd back, that I just wanted to rest for a bit. But then... Mr. Alex called for me.

"It's nothing though, I didn't mean to make you..." Kenny laughs softly as I shake my head to trail him off. I raise my head to answer, just as more students find their way around the fire, giggling happily.

"I wanted to go back, just that I was..." My eyes catches a familiar built in the mist of the dark, my heart racing against my chest to the extend I can't find my wordings. Kenny stares at me, slowly turning around and following my eyes.

"What are you-"

"Nothing," I quickly retort, making him snap his face to me. I smile faintly and bite my lips, inwardly wishing my emotions is not all over my face. I might have seen wrong, it most definitely won't be-

"Mr. Alex?" Someone questions from the crowd, and when I turn to see, it's Theodora and bunch of other girls gawking openly at our teachers. Gradually as they walk, the blazing fire welcomes them by glowing on their clothes. Miss. Divine who keeps laughing at God knows what, appears in white floral thin hand long dress, her black sleek wig flowing with the direction of the breeze. I gulp down, watching how perfect she looks, until my eyes meet the next person she's chatting with.

Mr. Alex. He's appeared in beige round neck shirt, and black joggers, nothing much but enough to drool at.

"Wow... they look so good together. Oh my god, just see how Mr. Alex's making Miss. Divine smile so much, she's so pretty..."

I didn't look at the person that said that, simply because it's true. In fact, no one needs to say it, seeing them alone would make you drool on how fit they look together. The more I look at them, the more it drawls to me that I shouldn't have done something that prohibited, there's no doubt he will and always see me like a little girl who doesn't know how to control herself.

"Bunch of weirdos," Fabiola mutter, loud enough I could hear from where I'm seated. I swallow, suck in a breath and try as much to hide myself by staring straight at the blazing fire, trying as much as to ignore the loud cheering voices around. It's suddenly do cold, and not just because of the cool night breeze.

"Moody much?"

I turn my neck sideways to the voice of Taiye, thick black jacket wrapped around her shoulders. Didn't even know when she collected it from Kenny. I inhale heavily, rubbing my palms together.

"No... Not at all,"

"Then?" She raise a brow, and I almost compliment the pretty glow on her fair skin. Instead, I smile, shaking my head.

"Maybe I'm just a bit cold," I tell her, my voice low I doubt she heard me.

"Hmm..." Taiye nods, her eyes scanning through the others. I almost follow her gaze but instantly recall that Mr. Alex is around, which means he'll get to see me, which also means I could get punished for my act yesterday. "Why don't you ask him for his jacket, looks cozy to me."

"Who?" I carefully watch to see who she's talking about.

Taiye nod toward the end of the crowd, above the vibrant people to the only perlson standing alone, looking so uninterested in what's going on.

"Over there." Taiye says.

I squint my eyes to get a better view, straining my neck over the bunch of heads. His hands are shoved in his pitch black pocket, white jacket prominent around his broad shoulder. Sean.

"Seen you guys talk few times so I presume you both are quite cool, right?" Taiye smiles brightly, looking from me to Sean. I nod swiftly, keeping my gaze on him. To be honest, I haven't really connected with that guy, talk more of trying to understand him. Well, that would change if I make an effort to force words from his mouth like the previous day.

Also really need to distract myself from stalking Mr. Alex right now.

"You know what," I adjust my top and get on my feet. "I'll be back." I tell Taiye and she nod, still smiling.

The vivacious pupils reluctantly make way for me to get out, some hissing angrily while some pointing out that I'm just trying to get 'attention.' With my head down, I make it to the edge, respectively telling the last person to let me pass.

"Excuse me," Even though it wasn't so loud, I know well that I was audible enough. When she doesn't react, I slowly take up my head to repeat what I said, she probably didn't hear me.

"I said could you please-" My words hang in my throat to the girl seated with her legs crossed. Zara gives me a long irritating stare, the type she'd give to something she dislikes with passion. I sigh and tear my eyes from her face to her legs. Slowly and cautiously, I raise my leg in a way it won't touch hers, and walk out of the entire group. She's obviously not going to listen to me, and I'm willing to spare some space.

Well, that's what aunt Jenny advised me to do when I told her.

Just give her sometime Salome, she'll surely come around.

My aunt's voice replay in my head as I stroll to the dark part of the field, the voices of the others gradually toning down in my ears.

The dried up leaves I match on did nothing but snap the presence of Sean, even before I get to where he's standing. He turn over his shoulders a bit startled, probably surprised that someone would come find him in this... hollow looking dark part of the field.

"Yep, it's me." I laugh softly, fastening my steps since he already saw me. Sean turn fully to face me, his body raising in a deep breath as he deep his hands in his pocket. "I actually didn't see you here, Taiye just told me-"

"You shouldn't be here," Sean cut through, automatically getting me tougue-tied as usual. I shouldn't be here? Should he be here?

My brows furrow as I come to a stop in front of him. "Hey, what do you mean?" I glance around where we're both standing, nothing but the half moon in the sky, and mild wind blowing the flowers around. "If I shouldn't be here, then you shouldn't be here either."

Sean scoffs, turning around to face the lake where the moon calmly glows on. Seriously? I never knew there was a lake here.

"You really don't have to turn your back on me, Sean," I tiptoe and peep over his shoulders. When he doesn't attempt to answer, I walk around to his front, blocking his view from whatever he's staring at the dark. Remind me of how strange this guy is.

I know I'm not that tall, but the way Sean has to drop his eyes down to see me is making me double doubt.

He sigh, looking up for a second. "Okay, what is it this time?"

"This time?" It's my turn to scoff. I shrug nonchalantly, moving to stand by his side since I've gotten his expensive attention. "I'm just going to bypass your choice of words and ask why you intend to be here instead of..." I glance back at the others who are having the time of their lives. "There."

Sean tails my gaze, not for long before he snap his head forward. I don't know if it's me but a cute grin reverberates from beside me, prompting me to raise my head to him. He's indeed, grinning. My eyes widens and I point my first finger to his face.

"See, you're laughing! Didn't even know you had teeth," I mirror his expression, wiggling my finger at him. Sean pull out one hand from his pocket and grab my small hand from his face. It caught me off guard that my heart almost jump out of my body. I watch as his warmer hand takes mine down to my side, just for his brows to scrunch up. He drops his eyes down and take my hand again, tightening his hold this time.

"Your hand's so cold, why didn't you wear something thick?" His voice sounded a bit stronger and I blink like the light of the little fireflies. He releases my hand and I rub my palms together, wondering where this part of Sean is coming from.

"It's... okay, I'm not cold," I mutter, folding my hands under my bust and blowing out air, just for a wave of cold breeze to vibrate through my pores and into my body, causing slight vibrations and chills all over.

Warm clothe lands on my shoulders, accompanied by Sean's hand trying to balance his jacket on me.

"You're so stubborn, wish everyone could see that." I heard him murmur as he goes back to his place beside me. I roll my eyes up to him, my mouth forming a pout.

"Who told you that? I'm not, at all," I shake my head, defending myself.

I hear Sean chuckle, a smile gracing my lips. It's nice to see I'm the one making him talk this much.

Yeah I know he's still not talking much but we both get me, right?

"Mr. Alex doesn't know that," Sean stare at me to say. My heart drops to the depth of me at the sound of his name. Although Sean doesn't seem to notice, he goes on. "I believe to him, you're this obedient naïve girl who'll try as much not to get him mad, which is like," He exhale sharply. "The total opposite with me, you always try to make me talk..."

I'm not looking at Sean, I'm grateful it's dark. The dark has never felt this satisfying if not, Sean would see how much his words affects me.

Naïve.

That's the one word I picked out, the one word that covered everything. With my eyes on my feet, and Sean finally voicing out as much as I impulsed, I suddenly want to shut him up. He shouldn't tag me as been 'naïve.' It's a hard pill to swallow, it's a word that pushes up the itch of regret of what I did. I'm very sure it's the exact word my teacher called me in his head. With the fact that he's older than me and would apparently be more experienced than I am, more professional.

While I just allowed my feelings get the best of me, like a naïve girl who have never received advise, or words of encouragement from her teacher.

"Salome?"

I abruptly snap up my head to Sean who's peering down at me. I blink from his worried filled eyes to the perfect moon aesthetic in front, forcing a small smile.

"Hmm?" I hum in response, still feeling his stare by the side of my face.

"You okay?" He tilt his head to my height.

Gulping down the huge bile in my throat, I nod subtly, heaving out a deep sigh. It's something I'm finding difficult to accept, but if Sean could spell it out so easily, means it's obvious.

"Hmm, don't believe you though," Sean's voice make me look up at him. He's staring straight at the lake not too far from where we're standing. Although his facial features are relaxed and isn't pleading for reasons why my mood changed, he still maintain his demeanor.

He cares.

"Why? Because I'm suddenly somehow quiet?" I question, mimicking Sean's posture. He eyes me down, an almost unnoticeable smile playing on his lips.

He shrugs casually, pursuing his lips.

Just like that, we stand in comfortable silence, digesting the serenity of the atmosphere, couple with the distance voices from the others. They must be having a nice time. So am I.

It's weird I know, picking to stay in the dark cold patch, and watch the calm water; the moon casting it's shadow on the surface, than been among the vibrant students. It's so peaceful, like silent therapy.

"I wasn't trying to kill myself."

My brows quirk up at Sean's voice. We have been so caught up in our complete different thoughts that Sean's own perk up my interest. Is he talking about the time I ran up the stairs thinking he'd jump from the rooftop and kill himself?

"Oh..." I mutter, properly facing him. Sean is a rather deep yet, easygoing guy. From my little notice, judging from his look without getting to have a talk with him would keep you in the dark.

"That day, remember?" He glance at me, and I almost imagine a smile on his lips. "At the rooftop."

Okay...

"Yes! The day you thought I was a maniac," I nudge him in the arm, laughing.

Sean shake his head, his smile now wider. "No, didn't think you were a maniac, actually thought you were brave, you know." He smirks down at me, and a proud grin from nowhere spread across my lips.

"Hmm..." I nod, accepting his surprising complement to me. Out of the blue, but enough to emit a smile from me. "Thanks, didn't know you'll ever mention anything occurring that day. But wait, why did you say that I'm..." I trail off, my head suddenly fixing what he said. I stare up at him, searching his eyes for certainty, and he nod as if he knows I get what he's saying.

"Brave, yes," Sean exhale sharply, tearing his eyes from mine. "That's how I see you, Salome."

I blink down for a second, analysing his words. Sean says he sees me as 'brave.' Did he read my mind or something? For him to know the word 'naïve,' didn't seat well with me?

He gestures to walk and I ably. We begin walking down the dried up leaves which make soft rustling sounds.

"You see, people have their different ways on how they see you," Sean begin to speak after we took few steps out from where we stood. I remain quiet, wanting to hear all he has to say, because obviously, he's voicing what I need to understand. Again, did this guy read my head or what?

"Sure, you're right." I mutter, tailing beside him as we walk out of the grasses to the cemented pathway, dim pretty street lights aligned on our way.

"Although I see you as brave, at times," He chuckles, throwing me a knowing look. "Doesn't mean every other person would see you like that. Do you need to keep on reassuring them though?"

I roll my eyes in thought, but the second I open my mouth, Sean is already speaking.

"No, you don't," He says.

My brows raise in slight confusion. "No?" I mean, I think you need to tell people the kind of person you are, verbally.

"Yes," Sean stand adamant. It's bothersome that he keeps talking in what sound like parables to me. He glance sideways at me to the see my puzzled face.

"But, I thought..." I start to voice out my thought, just to realise where Sean's coming from. "Wait, does it relate to the 'actions speak louder than words' thing?" I ask, my hands moving about due to too much gesticulating.

Sean snaps his fingers, and did what I less expect. He tap my hair with his hand, twice. Like the 'good girl' kind of gesture.

"Brave and smart, that's nice."

He takes off his hand and shoves it back to his pocket, while I purse my lips from smiling too much. It's elevating to get compliments like this from someone who sees me from a whole different view.

We get to the end of the pathway, with me still blushing my lips off like it's the first time I'm getting complemented. Mr. Alex might see me as naïve, but Sean sees me as not only brave, but also smart, and I'll blend with the latter. All of a sudden, Mr. Alex's view of me isn't bothering me as much, not until we walk down the little stairs and I look up.

My body freeze automatically, just as I halt in my strides.

He's standing just by the side of the little stairs, arms crossed, white sneakers tapping the ground in the most slowest way you can imagine.

My breathing clog in my throat as he meet my eyes, and as if a remote control had been pressed, the little confident I gained from Sean's words crushed down to the ground and I start to feel 'naïve' all over again.

"Good evening, Mr. Alex," Sean's the first to speak, while I fidget with my fingers, looking at his shoes. Not until I begin hearing gentle footsteps that it ring to me that Sean's walking closer. I slowly raise my head, still not looking at my teacher even though I can feel his eyes on me.

I should say something. I should greet, that's what Sean did.

After throwing yourself at him the other day in the car?

I gulp back my greeting, allowing the blunt subconscious dwelling inside me to talk.

Or you think he has forgotten?

Just, shut up! I'm quick to shut the voice up, gathering the last courage in me to step toward, my fingers still intertwined in my front.

"What are you two doing here?" I hear Mr. Alex question from where I'm standing behind Sean. I'm not hiding myself, I'm just... damn it, yes I am, I can't look at him.

"We were just..." Sean glance around, he seems totally comfy standing in front of Mr. Alex.

"It's okay, go on," My teacher says, and my eyes lit up. He isn't going to say a word to me. Sean takes a step and I attempt to follow behind, just to hear: "Except you, Salome."

My head shoot up instantly, just as Sean pause to look over his shoulders, turn to Mr. Alex before walking out.

I can't feel my legs.

My eyes stay glued to Sean's retreating figure till he disappear deeper into the dorm building not too far from where we are. Blowing out my cheeks, I now know that I have no option but to face the somewhat huge young man in front of me.

"Good evening sir..." I squeeze out, letting my eyes waver around the flowers in the dark. It's just a matter of time before I get yelled out, lectured, or get expelled, wish me luck.

I sense him take two steps closer, and the weirdest temptation itches me to look up.

"Were you at the..." Mr. Alex trails off the second I finally look up. I quickly grasp what he's asking and nod, saving his rest words.

"Yes sir, just wanted to walk around for awhile," I slowly reply, hoping my reason won't put me in trouble. Why? Because everyone's having the time of their lives and I prefer to walk around the... dark.

Introvert much?

Well, partially trying to escape the eyes of the person standing in front of me. I bite down my lips, waiting for what he has to say, while my jelly feet wobble beneath.

"Okay. Good thing I saw you, wanted to give you this," Mr. Alex stretches a bag, and that's when I notice he has been holding a girly kind of pink small bag, which happens to be mine. But where did he...

"You forgot it in the vehicle," He add.

My mouth form an 'o,' as I retrieve the bag from him. How come I never noticed that I left it in the car?

"Thank you sir," I appreciate the fact that he actually brought it to me. But wait, he never got to give me what he wanted to the other day he called for me.

The same day you kissed him? Seriously?

Oh yeah, I screwed up.

Mr. Alex hum, snapping my head up. Did he just hear my thought?

"You can go back now," He says surprisingly, giving way for me to pass. Really? My eyes widen slightly, taken aback by his words. Is that all? No lectures on emotions? No expulsion letter?

Scary.

My brows furrow as I slowly walk pass him, with the bag squeezed between my fingers. I wasn't expecting this. At all.

He'll call me back. I tell myself, making sure my steps are slow enough.

One step, two steps, three...

I turn over my shoulders to see that he's gone. I squint my eyes, turning left to right to catch sight of Mr. Alex. He didn't call me back, he just... left.

I've already started walking toward the only way I could think he passed though before figuring what the heck I'm doing. But still, I can't stop myself. When I'm on the pathway again, I jump and peep over the over grown flowers to check if he had reached the other side, probably going back to meet the other teachers.

I continually blow out my cheeks as I fasten my steps. Gradually, I find myself jogging down the pathway, my shoes and quick breaths making the most sound.

"Where did he..." I trail off, coming to a stop at the end of the pathway. Yes, I don't know what I'm doing. I have no idea where my feet are taking me to, I just know that I need to see...

"Mr. Alex," My voice came out in a hush tone, my tired feet drawing my body to the very familiar built. He's heading to the teacher's dorm.

I begin jogging again, almost running to meet up. Mr. Alex must have heard footsteps since he look over his shoulders, just in time as I reach him. He properly turn around.

"M-Mr. Alex, I-I wanted to..." I stutter, trying to catch my breath, my chest raising and falling rapidly. His stares at me head to toe, then his brows quirks up.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, watching his brows separate back to normal, smoothened. I swallow, my hand gripping the bag in my hand tighter with the absurd confidence I'm using to stare directly at him.

Thankfully, he hadn't gotten to the main front of the building so we're just by the side, save from the illuminated lights in front. He must have taken a shortcut out of the pathway.

I tear my eyes away for a bit. I can't beat him in a stare contest, never. It's like his eyes does something to me, pulling me into him the more I maintain eye contact.

"I'm sorry sir," I repeat, my voice a bit controlled, yet my chest heaving. "I'm so sorry for the other day- I mean, I didn't know what I was doing." I shake my head at my own self, my fingers beginning to vibrate. I pay no attention to it, trying to keep my gaze on his sudden soft ones.

Mr. Alex fold his arms, his biceps bulging out prominently, and I mentally prepare myself for thorough explanation. Thing is, I don't even know how, or where to start from. It just came over me and I couldn't... control it.

"Tell me, Salome, why are you apologizing?" His eyes are piercing into mine like he can decode if the next word to leave my mouth would be a blatant lie.

I open my mouth to talk, but nothing leave my mouth. Did I seriously run all the way to find him just to become speechless? What's happening to me?

"For the, uh, what I did," I bite down my lips, Mr. Alex's eyes following my every movement. It's impossible to tell what's going on in his head, if only he could-

My breath hitches as my teacher appears closer to me, his arms still folded, looking relaxed as always. I glance sideways, left and right, there's no one around.

"Salome," He calls, prompting my attention to face him straight into his orbs. I'm melting. "It's normal, natural for the certain emotion you're feeling to override whatever situation you find yourself in," His voice is as calm as a dove, yet laced with seriousness. "I'm not mad at you."

A relived sigh escape my lips. I nod at his perfect choice of words, taking in everything to recite in my head whenever emotions like that attempts to slide in.

"Look at me,"

I raise my head to his taller frame, his cologne reminding me of when we'd have our tutoring sessions back in school.

With the way his tone, voice, and posture is so comported, I can't help savoring myself into the 'naïve,' box again.

"Try not to blame yourself, okay?"

I haven't still gotten used to him peering at me while giving instructions. I nod again, mouthing a 'yes sir.'

And it's coming again. That urge. The thing that makes me want to jump on him. Is this because of his words?

Can't believe I'm been advised yet the drilling urge to wrap my hands around him inks me. Instinctively, I take steps back. I should control it this time.

"Is everything okay, or..." Mr. Alex notice my inconvenience, and I quickly shake my head. If I should act without thinking again, I'm sure he won't go so easy with punishing me.

Do you really care if you get punished though?

Yes. No. God, I don't know...

I take calm breaths, hoping he'll dismiss me soon before the foreign lingering emotions take over.

"I'm fine," I force out a smile, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.

"Okay," Mr. Alex gives me a curt nod.

"Can I... go?"

He also simply nod once and I take that as a huge clue to take hold of myself as I walk out to the student's dorm, my heartbeat hitting every corner of my body.

It didn't take long for me to pull the door to my room open, slam it behind, and hover on my bed with my face down. Gracefully, it happens to be just me in the room.

All I see is... him.

Mr. Alex.

I think I need to visit the hospital, no, a therapist. It's getting worse whenever I'm with him. Not only is it scary as fück but I can't seem to get a hold of myself while at that.

I groan softly, squeezing my face deeper in my pillow.

What's happening to me?

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