Drasa’s POV
Post-lunch was never my favorite part of the day, having to go back to class after eating a good meal when all I wanted was a nap. Today however was worse.
The sound of sneakers squeaking on polished floors echoed down the gym hallway, but all I could hear was the thud of my own heartbeat, faster than I liked to admit. Maya strolled beside me, her arms crossed, looking as unimpressed as I felt.
“So… ready to get verbally assaulted and physically humiliated?” she asked dryly.
I huffed. “Oh, absolutely. I’ve been dreaming about it since breakfast.” I replied in a bored tone.
She snorted. “You dream about some weird stuff.”
That managed to pull a smile out of me, albeit a small one. We reached the locker room, its metallic tang mixing with the chemical scent of bleach. A del
