- HAZEL -
As much as I’d enjoy being his bed potato and let him take care of , I have classes to attend and a life to live. Hence, school resus.
And not even this cold can shield from skipping school. Especially not when I barely escaped the first ti I missed classes.
I plug my ears with my air pods as loud chatter fills the hall the mont the professor exits. We have another class in fifteen minutes. I could go get so fresh air, but I won’t risk it.
I turn to the side and dip my hand inside my bag, taking my water bottle out. I open it and drink so water. Now I carefully drop it back and return to making highlights with markers on my book pages. I’m only marking the most important parts to reread later.
We haven’t had tests in a while and I fear it’s right around the corner. The good part about that is if it happens unannounced, I’ll be prepared.
I check the ti on my phone which is on the books on my desk. I have ten minutes till the next class starts. That’s good. I still have a lot of ti to cover this page.
I go on my Spotify to change the song playing in my ears and drop my phone back, if I hold my phone for too long, I’ll get distracted. My phone has been buzzing with ssages since that dinner and I didn’t tell anyone about drowning. Not even my parents or Kate.
With the recent attention I’m getting from my friends, the least I want is for them to worry about more. I’m sure Patty and everyone else would book a flight just to see . That would be nice but I’d rather not.
If they find out, it won’t take long till my parents do and I want to avoid all of that. I also didn’t tell Kate because she has been invested in a lot of things recently.
Rember that ti we joked about her uncle dying? It seems the universe took that to heart. Kate’s uncle, her mom’s brother, is terribly sick and her mom’s side of the family
is trying to bend the will against Kate’s mom’s favour. Although with her dad’s connections and wealth, her mother doesn’t need her side of the family’s wealth but it seems there are a lot of things way too deep for either of us to understand. Things even her mother can’t tell her.
Apparently, Kate’s grandfather married three wives. And when he died, he left a will for the family of his first wife, which involves Kate’s mom and her brother. Now the will is in possession of Kate’s uncle and since he’s not in good health to show proof of the will, chaos rose in her maternal side.
All I’m aware of now is Kate’s uncle is in coma and his health keeps getting worse. This whole charade seems planned by the family of the last two wives but who am I to say a thing?
To think all this would’ve been avoided if Kate’s grandpa stuck his dick in his pants. A place my hands on my mouth to hold myself from laughing. That was insensitive. This is a serious matter and it’s affecting Kate.
I still don’t know how she’s linked into any of this particularly but she’s worried and I really hate how I can’t do anything to cheer her up or take her mind off it for a few minutes.
All I can do, which I have been doing for the past two days, are writing and typing her notes in her note books and computer, while making the necessary submissions for her. I also attend so of her classes in her stead when I don’t have any lectures. I really hope this support eases so tension off her.
I’m worried too.
I exhale. My eyes darts to my phone. Five more minutes till class starts.
Kate and I are supposed to have this class together but there’s no sign of her. I doubt she’ll show up. This sucks.
Two nights ago, I was in the bed of her fiancé when I could’ve been with her.
Another sigh leaves my lips. Reminiscing won’t change a thing now, all I can do is aid from the sidelines. I’m really tempted to tell my parents about her situation. They’re influential. I’m sure their support would aid but she strongly advised against it. It’s a private matter, the more people are involved, the worse the situation will get. I still don’t understand how but I’d rather not be the reason for an extended fued.
I drop my highlighter on the page and grab my phone. I want to call her. If she needs , I’ll explain to the professor why I need to be absent just to be with her. The mont my phone unlocks, and I head to my chats, ssages flood in. I’ve always been connected to the school WiFi so this kind of made stunned.
I wait for my ssages to drop fully while tapping my foot on the ground impatiently. The professor will be here in two minutes.
Fuck!
Can the network be any slower?!
I switch to my data and huff, still waiting.
The ti on my last ssages finally correlates to the current ti. I barge in her chat.
’Kate, I’m worried about you. Where are you? Need company?’ I text.
I feel so uneasy.
’If you need , let know. I’ll drop everything for you without question.’ I text again. ’Please reply to when you see this. I love you.’ I add the cute puppy eyes emoji with three pink heart emojis and send the ssage.
She’s not online. I don’t know if I should take that as a good sign or a bad one.
My eyes darts up to the ti on my phone. It’s ti for class. I examine the staff entrance, searching for a masculine figure. The class I’m about to have at this mont is Killian’s. He’s not here either.
Maybe he’s with her. Maybe he’s being her emotional support. My throat tightens. If that’s the case, I know she needs it yet it irks . I wonder how he comforts her in certain situations.
Does he cuddle her like he does to ? And what kind of words and affirmations does he say? I swallow.
My best friend is going through sothing terrible yet my mind is wrapped around how Killian shows her support? I’m truly a horrible person. I call her line.
It goes straight to voicemail.
I call her again. With each ring, I could tell she wasn’t going to answer.
’Kate, if you don’t text right now, I swear I will host a search parole for you. Try !’ Threats are the last thing she needs but I can’t know how she is if she doesn’t reply to . I don’t even know where she is. Maybe she’s sleeping.
The notification of her typing pops on my screen. See? It worked!
’Hazel...’ That was her first ssage.
’I’m fine. Just tired.’ Follows after.
’Do you need with you, Kate?’ I ask via text, truly concerned. ’Are you alone? Where are you?’ I rush her with texts before she goes offline.
’I’m in my dorm. No, you don’t need to. I’ll be fine.’
She won’t be.
I have dealt with family issues before. They seem like no big deal but actually are. It ddles with one’s ntal health.
’I’m coming. See you in a bit.’ I send to her.
’Thank you.’ Kate sends wth a sad, smiley emoji and a heart emoji. See? She needs .
I imdiately pack my books in my bag ssily and put my laptop in carefully. "Sorry, excuse , I’m coming out." I say to the lady by my side. She folds her legs backwards to the chair to give space. The space between the desks and the chairs aren’t really... spacey. The other people by the signed give way for to pass till I got to the center stairs and make my way up.
I’m walking out of the class with my phone in my hand and the mont I get out the door, soone bumps into .
Good thing the grip on the phone was good.
"I’m sorry." Slid in my ears quickly before I could look up. The person apologized and before I could say anything, he darts away.
That was odd.
I couldn’t see the face of the stranger but I perceived his perfu. He slls good.
I follow him with my eyes. Wearing a grey shirt and black jeans is the male.
Wait. Grey.
My eyes fix on his shirt. I almost forgot what that word does to , yet now, it resurfaces in my head out of nowhere.
Our colour is grey.
Why am I thinking of this now? A soft ding slid in my ears, snapping back to reality. I raise my hand up, bringing my phone to et my gaze. That ding was a notification text from Killian.
’Do you still have that necklace I gave you?’ The text reads.
My brows furrow. ’What necklace?’ I ask, confused.
’et in my office.’
I blink twice. That was random. So random. And what does he an by a necklace? He didn’t g
ive one. I press my thighs together and bite my lower lip. But how badly I want to scream the colour grey for him. With him.
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