As I notice Cyrus walking towards us, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a stack of papers in the other, my heart sinks. Oh f*****g hell. He couldn’t have picked a worse moment.
I turn back to Marcus with a pleading gaze, but he doesn’t even look at me. He keeps glaring at my mentor and even starts going towards him. What does he think he’s going achieve in this state? I extend my hand, forgetting that I shouldn’t be overstraining myself.
I push back at his chest, making him look down in surprise. “Stop it, Marcus,” I tell him, sending him a warning gaze before turning towards my mentor. He doesn’t seem completely indifferent either. Great. The last thing I need right now is these two, fighting in the hallways.
Cyrus ignores my boyfriend and stops beside me. He’s about to hand me
