~Valeria~
If I had to sum up my week in one word, it would be: suffocating.
And if I had to blame it on someone, it would definitely be the six-foot-tall problem sitting two seats behind me, currently boring holes into my skull with his annoyingly intense stare.
Michael had made it his personal mission to become my shadow, and honestly? It was getting ridiculous.
"Psst."
I didn't turn around. Nope. Not falling for it again.
"Vanilla."
My eye twitched. "Stop calling me that, this is the umpteenth time I’d be warning you," I hissed under my breath, still facing forward with no courage to look back.
"But you smell like it."
"That's called body wash, dumbass."
A soft thud hit my desk. I glanced down and nearly choked on my own saliva.
A perfectly wrapped chocolate croissant sat the
