Shantel’s POV
I finally reached Kayla’s room, and I was just standing in front of it. My chest was so tight and I could not even breathe well.
My hands were shaking so bad, but I still moved it.
I knocked on the door. Once. Twice. The sound of my hands hitting on the wood and it felt too loud.
The door creaked open. And I blinked. I was expecting to see Kayla’s familiar face. But no.
It was her roommate that was there.
A girl that was with a messy hair. One that she tied in a bun. She was wearing a baggy sweatpants and she had the look of someone that did not even care about the world. Or anything that concerns it.
Her eyes were closed halfway, like she was just waking up. And then she leaned on the doorframe like I was already taking her time.
She did not even greet me. Sh
