I ran around the apartment, one hand searching relentlessly through a file of unorganised papers and the other trying it’s hardest to shove the rim of my white shirt into the black pencil skirt. Nothing was where it was supposed to be! After Kael had left, I made a point of spending a good hour wallowing in my self-pity before turning the place upside down, papers, books and anything else that could harbour my notebook.
But I remember putting it inside the draw! Yet nothing.
“f**k!” I cursed, noticing the corner of the table snagging my tights to produce a small hole that by the end of the day would be the size of an apple. “Oh screw this, I don’t have time.”
So much for showing notes. I thought if maybe I had at least the page I noted down yesterday, then maybe he’d give me a little
