What Taylor said about me missing Flint really messed up my mind. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.Do I really miss him?I screamed on my pillow. I am really frustrated right now. I’ve got a lot of things bugging my mind and I shouldn’t be thinking about him. He just used to be that annoying guy who really likes to piss me off, and later became friends with me. Was I not supposed to accept his friendship?“Are you okay?” Taylor asked, her head peeking from the top bunk bed. Now I feel sorry because it looks like I woke her up.I guess I’m going crazy…“I’m so sorry,” I said. I really don’t know what’s going on. “Did I wake you up?”“Nah, it’s okay. I’m supposed to wake up early anyway,” she replied as she started getting up. “So what’s up? What’s going on? Why are you screaming like you hav

I don't know when it started, I just found myself hanging out more often with Flint. After every meeting with The Weekly Mirror, most of the time we would go to dinner together. Sometimes we would invite Taylor and whenever she's present, I would often catch her having a look I couldn't understand. It was like she's teasing us with her eyes, but is not saying any word. It's like she wants to say something but decides against it."Are you sick of seeing my face, Tay?" I heard Flint ask one time when we were having dinner. His friends, Alec and Floyd were with us but left just a while ago because of some frat duties. Apparently, Flint was also a part of a fraternity but he's more active in this organization that I don't know the name of. It was an elite organization that not all people know of. I asked him about it, but he's just mum about it so I just stopped asking.Taylor rolled her eyes at Flint, which made me chuckle.I could say that they're kind of close now because we always han

Well, I did not feel better.I woke up to an empty room. I don't know if Taylor already came back or if she hasn't. When I checked the time, 30 minutes had passed since I decided to just sleep. Maybe that's why I did not feel better.But instead of moping about it, I decided to do better. This is still the first exam. I can still do better. I can still get a flat 1 on this subject if I just do my best to excel in all the upcoming exams or whatsoever. I can still make it.My mom doesn't have to know about what I'm going through. I can still make things right. She doesn't have to know.And I shouldn’t let that man get into my head again.So I stood up and went to my table to get my laptop. I had to check my emails first because I missed my Weekly Mirror duties today.There was indeed an email from Robin containing the details for my assignment this week. He gave me previous articles for references (as he promised from our last meeting when he