- HAZEL -"Are you sure you don't want me to drop you?" Killian whispered in Kate's ear, standing in front of his car. I stood far away from them of course and mouthed barfing each time he glanced my way but I heard them anyway. "I'm certain. Hazel and I need to have some girl time." Kate beamed. I don't know why that caused me to roll my eyes. I am more than relieved we won't be going with him. The last thing I want is to be in the back seat in his car while watching both of them in front. The last thing I want to do is get involved in anything that'll leave me remember that night. "I can call an uber if you'd like. Leaving you alone at night isn't something I want to get fond of." His voice is deep. That caused me to glance at them. Kate leaned higher and pressed her lips on his. His arms are wrapped around her waist. A pinch of jealousy resurfaced through me and I scoffed. I shouldn't scoff, not over something like this. "I'm fine. We don't need one, Kil, but the kind gesture
- KILLIAN-I went straight to my office after showering and getting dressed. My home office is just a floor above my room. I have a lot of unfinished files and matters to sort out tonight and I haven't started working on any of them. Maybe if I skipped dinner, half of them would've been completed but I needed to keep my fiancé happy so I have no regrets. Speaking of which, I have no idea if she has responded to my text yet. I reached my hand into my pocket and brought out my phone. Kate hasn't texted me yet. Heck, she hasn't even seen my message. I flung my phone carefully on my desk and made myself comfortable on my office chair. I can't focus one anything else if I can't be sure she's safe. The urge to drive to her dorm just to check in on her is high. 'Hey you. Gotten to your dorm yet?' I texted. My eyes are fixed on our chat. Just this doesn't seem right. 'Call me when you see this. I'm worried about you.I love you.' I texted again. I know she won't see this so soon and I'
- HAZEL - I yawned, laying on my bed. It's afternoon and I have a class in thirty minutes but I don't want to go. I don't want to have to sit in class and watch the 'hot' professor I had sex with teach. That's another form of torture because this time, I won't be there alone. I'll be with her, Kate, and the last thing I want is to mix up the glances he'll pass my way because of her, glances not directed at me of course. Plus, Kate won't be so drunk anymore, she'll be sober and sober Kate asks a lot more questions than drunk Kate. I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. Or a pillow on my head, it's literally the same thing, just this time, the pillow is actually on my head, burying my head. I groaned. My frustration is forcing me to have a logical explanation for things I normally wouldn't think about twice. "You good, new girl?" Jasmine, my roommate asks. How do I even talk to someone about my situation without feeling like a bad person? I can always use other people as refere
- HAZEL -I laughed on the call. I'm sitting outside of my new favourite café while studying and talking to Theresa and Patty. I love sitting in the outdoor seating area whenever I grab a snack because of the cool breeze and peace of mind it brings. "I'm telling you girl, it was tragic. Her face was covered in dog shit and no one still knows how." Theresa said, filing her nails. She was just telling me a story about Ivy's humiliation. That girl just couldn't stick her tongue around one dick and messed with the wrong girl's man. "She literally cried. I think I have a picture of poop getting stuck in her mouth." Patty added and proceeded to go through her phone. We're having a video call and they're connected to my laptop. Ew, gross. Although I would love to see the picture of Ivy covered in shit, I don't think I want to while I'm eating. "Well, she deserves it." I said sipping out of my hot chocolate. "I know right? Can you believe she tried to play the pity card when you left? She
- KILLIAN -My class ended. Students are walking out of the class. I scanned the crowd for a second looking for someone. She's not here. This is the third class this week she hasn't attended. Why do I have the feeling that she's avoiding my class? And on purpose. I raised a brow as I glanced at Kate. She's sat in her usual spot but there's no Hazel. Why do I care? Kate winked at me. She's trying so hard not to be so obvious. I grinned back at her and watched her leave. I don't, I replied my thoughts. Hazel is just a student that I'm aware of. Of course her absence will bug me. I sighed and picked up my tablet from the desk. If anything, this is interesting. I'll be sure not to do any make up tests or activities for a student to catch up. I walked out of the classroom while checking my schedule on my tablet. A smile formed on my face when I saw my schedule. I have none. Never in my life did I think I would be glad not to do something. I hate teaching and it is surprising because
- HAZEL -I shut my eyes closed and stretched my arms. My shoulders are killing me and I'm not even done writing down this journal.What kind of people are these lecturers? Do they think we are fucking robots? What happened to just printing out pages from certain sources? I groaned and rolled my eyes in exhaustion. One major problem I've had with skipping certain classes is I've arrived late to two other classes twice. Now I'm suffering from it. I dipped a salmon bagel in my mouth and took a bite. This is the third snack I've had from this cafe. I'm not hungry, but something about having to sit outside and study in a café raises the food cravings. I sipped out my glass, half filled with diet coke. My eyes are still glued to this page. I've read and reread it countless times and there are so many things that need to be corrected and rewritten but I'm highlighting every line that I think needs to be rephrased. Once I'm done with this written project, I'll type it out on my laptop with
- HAZEL -Do I open it or do I not? I thought, staring at the letter Killian left for me at the café. I don't even know if he left it on purpose or it slipped out of his pocket accidentally and just happened to fall on the table I sat in in the café. I want to believe the latter happened and ignore this. Why would he write to me anyway? Not like he knew I was going to be there. I cleared my throat. I'm done with my assignments. At least, I've written them all down, all that's left is to type them in my laptop and print them for the lecturers tomorrow and I need to do that early in the morning. I need to prove that I'm a student worthy enough for a second chance to take their courses seriously. Or my parents will kill me. They will literally kill me. I stared at the letter. That's more reason why I shouldn't open it and hand it over to him tomorrow after I've completed everything I need to do. Killian is a distraction. One I can't afford and one I should not even try to afford. I
- HAZEL - I drew the sleeve of my sweater forward to cover my fingers. I had no idea how short what I'm wearing is till I walked out of my dorm and let the breeze rest on my skin for a while. It's cold and my legs are tingling. Why did I even come out in the first place? What sort of curiosity made me not put on a pair of jeans or something long enough to cover my legs? My lips shivered. Well, I can't back out now, I need to find him. That is if he's even here. I stopped in front of the library and looked around. It's so dark and difficult to see even with the faint light at a far corner in between the library's sub-division illuminating the environment a bit. The library is meant to be open twentyfour - seven so it's quite a shocker that the power supply is out. That never happens. "Are you here?" I whisper yelled, examining the environment. "K.." I don't even know if I have the right to call him by his name. "Killian?"I stared at the messy envelope and card in my hand when I go