chapter twenty-four

SILVIA'S POV

"So, how is it going?" I heard an all-too familiar voice say: I shut my locker to come face-to-face with a familiar pair of green eyes. Josiah was leaning towards the lockers beside me, and he wore a pair of black skinny jeans, a Chelsea boot, and a plain white top.

He was giving Harry Styles vibes.

I cocked my head to the side and asked, "How's what going?"

He smiled at me and slapped my shoulder playfully. I watched him with bewilderment because the last time I saw him, he was storming out of my apartment with a face redder than a tomato and fury that could surpass that of a bull’s.

"You know, with your job and everything. Exams are coming up, which means Yale is coming up," he said, and whatever expression I had on my face before he said that was wiped away.

Wow, he really cared about this, huh?

"The job is fine," was all I could say to him before turning my back and heading down the hall.

I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, and I turned to find Josiah looking at me wi