I love you Zarren.
“Hey, what’s that?”
Ada grabbed my notebook and shrieked after reading what I had written on it.
I covered her mouth with my hands to shut her up. God, what if he finds out? I’d prefer being buried alive than to face him.
I’ve been scribbling those words unconsciously on every notebook I could write on. And speaking of notebooks,
“Shit! I lent him my notes!”
And just as I was about to look for him and ask for my notebook back, somebody poked me from behind.
“Thanks for lending me your notebook Shyra.”