17 // I So Wanted To Punch Him For Being Happy.
Still Got Time ; Zayn ft. PARTYNEXDOOR.
"Okay, I'm going," I mumbled under my breath as I checked if I took all my notes and books. My bag was a mess of papers and pens -
Wait, what?
"Where's my pencil case?" I groaned, looking for it on my table, under the table, on the floor, on the bed but you see, it disappeared. I breathed in and out to stop the stress level from exceeding. Meditation was supposed to help but right now, it bore no juicy fruits. I glanced at myself in the mirror. It almost felt like my reflection was laughing at me. I spent the whole night revising and this morning, I got up late. Due to which, I had to have a shower of seven minutes. And since I was feeling lazy to wear some appropriate good clothes, I wore
