(Nicki)
I hate the sneaky suspicion burning in my heart. The thoughts floating in my head... imaginations and assumptions of what she could have been doing in my bedroom.
Maya is still underaged. There's no way she would have eyes for Aaron. Besides, she wasn't dressed up in a compromising way. Yet, it bugs my mind, and the dread on her face in that moment hasn't left my mind even after two days.
" So, today, we will be looking at..."
I muted the ring of the professor's voice, the same way I muted the ring of my phone after unsuccessfully reaching Aaron's line.
My mind swirled, and wandered off to one of the problems on my desk. I seem to have misplaced the note my hooded colleague passed to me days ago. I haven't gone through it, and that fact alone has taken sleep away from my eyes
