30

~Aria

They left soon.

Apparently Malik has to sign some papers about my leave under the scrutinizing gaze of his mother. When he will be back, I don't know, but I am not waiting under this bed until he decides to do so. As ungracefully as possible, I roll out from under the bed, scraping my knees on the carpet as I make it to my feet.

Malik took his necklace again. My chance is gone.

All I really have to do is stretch and wait. That is until I catch something on the small table of his chaise lounge set.

My curiosity is almost too much to bear, as I wander closer, seeing it as a crumpled piece of paper. Picking up the battered parchment, I'm horrified at what it reads. Not because it's contents are all that explicit, it's the fact that something that once belonged to me, now lies in the middle of Malik's room.

It's the admission slip Alexa made me sign to apply for this competition. It was months ago now that I threw it into the communal rubbish dump to hopefully never seen it again.