I thought that confusion is only confined to solving math problems. Now, I know that compared to Tristian's antics, it's nothing.  "What are you doing here?" I sigh and look at the quiet lake. At least I have something to keep my mind calm.  He stands beside me, " Nothing. Just saw you standing here like Buddha so thought to accompany you."  I roll my eyes. Why does he keep coming back when I'm alone? "So, you're telling me that it has nothing to do with you stalking me?" I turn at him and cross my arms over my chest, giving him 'the glare'.  He chuckles, "Don't praise yourself too much Barbie doll. I'm just here to enjoy the serenity of the lake." He moves his arms dramatically towards the lake.  "Really?" I arch a brow, "Then how come you are here when I decided to be at this place?"  "Oh,come on." He smiles, "It'

 If someone told me even a few weeks back that I will be carried in bridal style by Tristian,then I would have laughed my guts out. Yet,here I am, curled up like a ball in his arms and even though I should resist and tell him to put me down, I don't. What the fuck is wrong with me?  Silence spares my thoughts for the time as I rest my head on his chest. So warm. Maybe it's the cold that is making me clutch onto him like that. But, ain't I a feminist? I should walk on my own. But the pain… The trees clear out in front and the light of the sun makes me squeeze my eyes shut. I guess I can walk back to my dorm from here. But Tristian does not stop and keeps walking with me in his arms towards the... academy!  "Ahem...I think you shouldn't do that." My cheeks burn red and I don't dare to look back at his eyes.  "There are a lot of stairs. I won't let you walk up to your

 "No! No,no,no,no!" Tessa shakes her head frantically, "you're not going to go outside for training after what you have done to yourself. You'll stay here and rest until you feel better." She crosses her arms over her chest.  I sigh. Kind of had the feeling that Tessa will be against it. But I need to get out. I have to check that tunnel and see if my suspicions were right or not. "But I am fine! See?" I show her my arm, where the injury has already started to heal.  "I said no means no. You're not going anywhere. I'll go to the canteen and get some snacks for us. You stay here until then." Tessa closes the wardrobe and walks out of the room.  I smirk. My Tessa is so naive.  Wearing a black hoodie top, I pull on the hood over my head and strut towards the door. My hand twists the door knob, but the door doesn't open. Huh? I try again and again, but it doesn't open. Bl

 Thud! I slam the door behind me and lean on it. Phew! Exhaling a breath of relief under the closure of my room, correcting Tessa and my room, I hop on my bed. This day has been so mentally exhausting that I literally feel my head throbbing in pain more than my arm. I flip over to my front and stare at the wooden ceiling above me. The blades of the fan rotate like my thoughts. Everything seems to come back at the same point. And most of it goes around Tristian. Why am I so preoccupied with his thoughts all the time? It's frustrating! I draw a cushion close to my chest and put my head over the soft, squeezy fabric. Sometimes it's better to stay like this rather than go with all that hard work. I wonder whether all of it will be fruitful in the end or not.  I pull out my cell phone and open my Instagram. Ninety nine plus notifications, hundred plus requests flash over the screen. Involuntarily, my fingers tap on the search op

 At some point of life,a person feels abandoned by the people they expect will be giving them some importance. And I am just pulling out this topic in my head because it's a line written in this book that's being crushed under the pressure of my nails. It is NOT at all relevant! Yet anger pulses through my veins like the stitches of a fabric. And my eyes dig imaginary holes into the poor page of the book that became my target the moment I entered the library. Poor one was sitting in peace under the warmth of the shelf.  A guy beside keeps his gaze fixed on the shelf in front, yet his hands tremble to pull out any book. One or two times, his eyes fall on me and fear grasps them. He must be searching for a horror story. But I certainly don't look like a ghost!  'I highly doubt that–given the way you are holding your book.'  Thud!  I close the book, making the guy