My eyes fix to the band aids who covered my wounds and a small sigh escape to my mouth looking to my glass window.
After what happened yesterday, Chase got angry when he noticed my wounds. He also wanted to know what happened and I was thankful to George when he told him the untruth story.
I felt sorry for lying to Chase but I need to know the truth from him. I want him to tell me personally.
Hearing a small knock to my door, I stand myself to open my bedroom door just to landed into brown pairs of eyes.
"George?"
"Hey." He waved his hand shyly before welcoming himself to my room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked closing the door.
"I just need to discuss something to you." He sat to my bed, crossing his hands.
"What is it?" I make my way towards my b
