*Flynn Larson’s POV
I was staring blankly into thin air, spacing out while my mind was wondering to no one knows where. Ailee’s been texting and trying to talk to me since yesterday. I know she deserves an explanation, but I don’t know what kind of explanation I should give her, when I don’t know what happened that night. I tried to talk to the CEO yesterday, but I didn’t got my chance. I feel lost as of this moment, and I hate it.
I was back to my senses when a finger snapped in front of my eyes.
“Hey, are you okay?” asked Atticus, whom I didn’t know when he came.
“H-Huh? I’m sorry, what?” I asked him.
“You’re spacing out. Are you sick again?” he said as the back of his hand touched my forehead.
“I’m totally fine. Thank you for your concern.” I replied, trying to ignore his gest
