I got there in 8 minutes.
And because the campus jeep apparently had changes in its fixed route across school since I last got on, I had to get out midway and ran using a shortcut.
Nicholas sat at a table, a glass of iced coffee in front of him, a glass of ice water beside it. He probably bought them from a coffee shop that resembled a food truck nearby. I halted when I was right in front of him, bending over, hands on my knees, wheezing like a steam train.
“You… you… stupid…. Devil… Prince…”
“You didn’t have to run.”
I glared at him.
“Then again, I probably would have run too,” he languidly said, taking a sip of his drink.
“What do you want, Nicholas?”
“How about you catch your breath first?” he suggested.
“Just tell me.” Taking a long inhale, I straightened on the exhale. “And w
