I drove, then pulled over to wipe away my tears and calm my nerves then get back on the road. Process repeated itself many times, no wonder that the whole trip back to Lycademy took me more than four hours.
My phone kept on ringing so eventually I turned it off. There is nothing I want to hear from him. He had said enough.
When I parked in front of school I didn't know what to do. What if he comes here? I'm not in the mood of seeing him anytime soon. I have to think about a plan.
It was dinner time, so I went to the cafeteria to be met with confused faces of my friends.
"Nica?! What are you doing here?" - asked shocked Martha. I just lowered my head and started crying again. Martha came closer and wrapped me in a tight hug. I stayed like this for a while just taking comfort from my
