CHAPTER FORTY ONE
NIRAN’S POV
My eyes barely skirted over the words in my note book but nothing about the poem seemed to make any sense. My thoughts have really been a mess since Monday and all I could think about was Beck. I wanted to call him, tell him what I felt but every time the thought as much as crossed my mind, every part of my body would instantly stop cooperating. I tried not call him up or creep in his i********: account that was filled with nothing but just selfies of himself reading and Martin Luther King quotes. Nothing had happened yet and watching Luca hadn’t revealed anything substantially suspicious about him. It was messing the hell out of my head.
“Are you actually reading?” Angie questioned, walking into my room, an amused chuckle accompanying her statement.
“Yeah
