Eunice Mariano
"They are searching for you," Ryan said, walking up to me from the fire exit. "They are worried."
"Oh," I whispered, sarcastically.
"I told you to stay home for today. I could just explain to them that you are sick." He said as he sat in front of me. I didn't say anything, I crossed my arms and leaned on the chair to look at the sky. "Now they are calling me." Ryan said.
"Who?" I asked, and closed my eyes, to feel the clean air and the morning breeze here on the rooftop.
"Zulius."
"Don't answer it."
"Why?"
"He's going to be a problem."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Yeah. What do you mean?" Zulius asked, so I opened my eyes and saw Ryan looking at the fire exit door. "I have been calling you, Ryan. Are you just going to look at the screen of your phone? We have bee
