Instead of heading back to college the following week, I spent her time sulking in my room or training with Aaron, but after a full week of this, I finally succumbed tomy mother’s persistent nagging and made the decision to return to class.
"Where have you been?" Tiane demanded on Monday, her voice loud with concern.
"I was sick," I replied, weaving a lie, "I’m sorry for not responding to your calls."
"It’s fine," Tiane said dully, "I just thought maybe you were avoiding class because you were scared to see Noah after everything that happened."
I flinched at the mention of Noah. "It had nothing to do with him," I fibbed, though Noah had been calling her daily. I had confided in my mom about the events that transpired, consequently covering for me.
Anthony had caught wind of this and
