CHAPTER 11

Concern

I SMILED to Mr. Wilson as I turned over my design to him. Can you believe it, I am still here on earth today and it's already Friday.

"Sure, you did this?" Mr. Wilson curled an eyebrow while looking at my plate suspiciously.

"Yes, of course, Sir," I politely answered.

It's the first time that I alloted a lot of time and effort for a project. Maybe that's the reason he's doubting me?

I know my design is too good to be true, but fuck I made that for days and with those sleepless nights, I really struggled to be alive.

His cold eyes darted at my left hand covered with bandages. I surreptitiously hid my hands behind me. He then nodded and that's my cue to go back to my seat. I heaved a deep and long sigh before I rested my head onto the desk table. I survived this project and the other activities we needed to accomplish this week. Everything is going well regarding my studies, but I am not quite sure if I still go well with Leon after what happened yesterday.

The feeling is h