Greta’s POV
A week later
“Call me if you need anything,” Demien said for the umpteenth time making me roll my eyes. He slowed down and parked the car where I pointed for him to stop.
It was the first day of resumption. The holidays were over and the school was agog with students going up and down on campus. Demien had insisted on taking me to school. Normally, I would use the bus.
“I have been in this school for two years and counting, Damien,” I said to him, rolling my eyes for him to see.
“Things have changed now baby. You get one of us to drop you off at school and pick you up, too,” Demien said, seriously, making me frown at him.
“Pick me up? You don't even know when I will be through with classes. Besides, we might have practicals,” I said.
“Don't worry, Derek has your sch
