"Hey! I'm at the airport now. Will be boarding the plane in about 10 minutes. I can't wait to see you!" I received Madelyn's text at about 9.40 p.m. Honestly, I'm so f**

"Good morning!" I walked in through the door of the classroom. "Hey," Leah muttered drowsily. "What's up?" "Well," Bliss started. "We're trying to set a date for the event," "What do you mean you're 'trying'?" "Just let Aeliana do it. She's pretty good at those stuff," Leah said. "Okay," Vanille shrugged and handed the file over to me. I looked at the file and analyzed the suggested dates and times. "Dude, seriously, it's not that hard," I made a poker face. "You just look at the calendar..." I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket. "...and then you cut the working days and the public holidays out and get the remaining days, and choose one, preferably a Friday, that leaves enough time for us to prepare; and get everything in place perfectly, because we have to gather data on the number of vegans and others. And then we have to order food items accordingly," "Woah," Ryland said something other than 'good morning'. "What?" I shrugged. "Don't tell me you guys weren't already pl

"Nothing happened in that building today, you hear me?" Mr. Decarlo said as he opened the wall cabinet in his office. "You telling me that... I should keep it a secret?" "No," he said as he shut the cabinet. Turning towards me, he simply said, "I'm telling you to forget everything that just happened. You didn't go to the pool. You didn't meet me there. We weren't trapped in a building. We didn't climb down a rope and I didn't get blood stains on my shirt. Is that clear?" With that he approached me and looked directly into my eyes as he handed a bandage to me. I took a deep breath, slightly intimidated by his ghastly stare. "Yes. Crystal clear," But why? "Good," he nodded. "Now what was that... thing about me treating you better?" F***. "What!?" I blurted out. "Nothing! Nothing!" I chuckled nervously. "Nothing at all," "Mm hmm," he narrowed his eyes at me. "Now go home before anyone gets suspicious," He's right! It's 10 minutes past 5 already! Thank god, I'm returning to my apa

"Hey, peaches! Did you get the popcorn?" Yeah yeah, I know. I was supposed to answer. But at that moment, I didn't wanna say anything. I walked straight up to Adrian and bumped my head on his chest. He knows that I did it whenever I was too embarrassed to look at him.

The downpour was quite heavy. I'm not sure if I understood how Mr. Decarlo managed to drive without even slowing down. The only thing that managed to make the silence less awkward, was the sound of raindrops continuously crashing on the hood of the car. Oh god, this is so awkward... what am I supposed to say!? Wait a minute, why did I even get in his car in the first place!? I don't even know where he's headed to. Where is he taking me!? Obviously not home! He doesn't know where I live! Why isn't he asking me!? S***! Holy s***! This is bad!!! Slowly, I turned to take a glimpse of him. He had his eyes fixed on the road, one hand on the wheel. His head rested against the seat. He looked peaceful, but it was evident that there was a lot running through his mind. "What are you looking at, Winslow?" He groaned. Almost immediately, I averted my gaze back onto the road. Gulping, I braced myself to raise a question. "Mr. Decarlo?" I muttered, followed by a gulp. Silence. Curious about