~Nicole~
The walk home felt like the longest trek of my life.
Each step was heavy, water dripping from my hair and down my spine.
My cardigan clung to my skin like a second layer I didn’t ask for.
H.P didn’t even bother showing up.
So there I was…drenched and looking like a rejected background extra in a sad music video.
And now I regret it.
Regret acting like the hardcore girl who didn’t need anyone…
I regret waving Fredrick off when he offered me his umbrella.
The image of his hand holding it out flashes in my mind, the way he tilted his head, that tiny smirk like he knew I’d say no.
Fredrick.
Ugh, that name.
It’s hot in a weird way… but also kind of lame…like a fairytale prince with a smirk, or the bad boy who knows you want him and waits for you to say it.
I drop my wet
