CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: George Smith

I attended my classes as though it was a normal day. My book and notebook were in my armchair like where they should be. I looked at our subject teacher who is currently discussing while I was taking down notes.

“Hey...” Grip reached for my hand. “Calm down.” He brushed his thumb over it.

“I am calm,” I told him but he just looked at me and glanced on my notebook.

I nibbled my lips after seeing what I did. I scribbled all over the blank page. Some part of it was even torn a bit. I took several deep breaths to calm myself and returned my attention at the front but seconds later I glanced at the time on my phone. I couldn’t help it. The time was getting slower and slower making me more impatient than ever.

“Okay that’s all for today class–”

I grabbed Grip’s hand and went out of the room. We head to a deserted alley. Grip enveloped his arms around me and in just a snap we were in front of the Business Administration Building. We both ran inside and head toward George’s room. Students