CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW
“I have an idea.”
“What? I can’t open up with you here. Oh, God, what did we do? What did I do? And it’s not like they’ll just go away.” I whispered-yelled, panicking when the knock turned into louder, more impatient knocks.
“I’ll just stay under your desk. It’s big enough. And comfortable. I can almost lie down.” I look under my desk, and indeed, there’s enough room.
Finally, he comes up with a good idea.
“f**k. Ok. But it’s the last time when we do something like this.” He rolls his eyes and I roll my eyes at his eye-rolling.
“Yeah, yeah. Open the door.” I want to tell him that I meant it, but the knocks are getting louder and louder, just like my racing heart, so I don't have time for scolding.
I take deep breaths to calm myself and walk towards the door,
