I woke up from a loud bang from what I know is happening outside. After that, I heard a continuous shouting also from outside, from which I recognized a woman's voice and a man’s voice. I tried to remember what happened earlier, but I couldn't. I looked around the room and there's no special about it. I just found books, shelves, cabinets, and a long sofa, with the room’s gray motif, including gray bed sheet, pillowcase, sofa, and curtains. Just when I realized I wasn't in my own house. This isn’t Tessa’s room. There’s no room like this in Tessa’s house. Where am I? Did I just enter someone’s home without permission? Questions flooded my brain. All I remember is I was escaping from Skylar because of the embarrassment I did. I go down from the bed and wear the slippers waiting there. “You’re awake.” I look above to the person entered the room. I didn’t hear the door opened though. It’s Skylar. Why is he here? Wait… is this his f

I must say, I felt like I’m in the other dimension with Skylar when we’re riding all the way from our house to Tess’, in other dimension where it’s only the two of us. The time we had together was so precious to me and magical even if it is just 15 minutes and we even didn’t talk. And that was the first time that I saw and hear him laugh. His laugh…..is so manly and addicting in my ears. I want to hear it every second!“So, what’s going on between you and Skylar?”I wish the time stopped so I could be with him for too long. Then, I remember Vaughn. Was there really going on between them?“Earth to Avis!” shouted Tess to me and claps her hand in front of my face.I slightly jump on my seat because of what she did. We are sitting here in her bed in her bedroom. It’s been 1 hour since Skylar drop me off here in Tess’ house.“What’s your problem?!” I shoute

I didn’t tell Tess what happened yesterday. I feel like I want to keep the every bit of memories we had from yesterday only to mine. It’s not that I’m keeping a secret to Tess; I just still can’t believe that something precious like that happened to me and Skylar. And the one that I can’t believe too is that he has his sweet side like that, and he is good at blending with people, I thought he is a sociopath. I bit my lips to stifle the smile that wanting to escape every time I remember the memories we had together last night at the beach.   I just got out of class and plan to go in the library to finish my school works. The professors this semester are so wild; they send us a bulk of works to finish this week. Then, next week will be another hell week because it’s our finals already. Ugh! I hate this!   I am walking towards the library when someone familiar noticed by eyes, it is Skylar. Maybe, we can go say hi to each other since, we spent

    Arghh! I’ll never drink alcohol again on weekdays. Wrong move Avis. Your stupidity nowadays is hilarious that someday you'll die because of it, Avis!   I just finished my afternoon class and I badly need to library because I have a lot of school works to finish today since I’m half day absent yesterday.   I should’ve been on my way to home now, but I think I’m gonna overtime because of the stupidity I did yesterday. I also haven’t called or talked to Tess about her plans tomorrow Saturday about her birthday plans. I didn’t also have the chance to eat lunch earlier. I’m hungry, I think I’m gonna cry.   I entered my library card and walk over to Ms. Bailey. “Good afternoon!” I said, showing her my most beautiful smile. Please, don’t remember it! Please! Please! “Where’s the book?” she said then remove her gaze on mine and focus on organizing the books on her desk. “I forgot it.

I’m finally done! FINALLY! I lean on the back of my seat and stretch my arms widely.   I noticed that Skylar is still here on my side, sitting, and he is quietly sleeping resting head on the top of the table. I thought he gone home. I checked my phone to check the time. It’s already 10 PM. Did he actually wait for me?   Wow… he is seriously not his usual self tonight. I felt a little happy and contended that he is now talking to me, but still anxious on why he suddenly avid me for past few days. Should I ask him later?   I lean closer to him, focusing my eyes on every detail in his face. Why does he look so perfect? He looks so peaceful and like an angel when he is sleeping. I rest my head on the table while still staring at him. This is the longest time I’d stare at him. I move my hand closer to him as I touch his hair that falls in his face. The features of his, I’ll memorize it. His eye lashes that is