CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

MARIE RICHWOOD P.O.V

Staring at the shiny pink phone ringing endlessly in my hand, I knew I had to pick up the call or else Dad would have a fit. But I was not ready to face Dad. He would ask me endless questions about Cyrus and I was not in the mood for his fatherly advice. Class had ended long ago, and I was waiting for Cyrus in the nearly empty classroom. Forced to answer greetings from my classmates, hypocritical or genuine I could not care less. All I wanted was Cyrus Kaye to materialize in front of me.

I waited a little longer but Cyrus was nowhere to be found including Nicole who I was most definitely not searching for. I heaved a sigh of relief when my phone stopped ringing. I sat