“No, Addison! For the last time, we are not doing fashion during the Inquisition.” I chuckle, seeing Drake pulling out his hair. He sighs, falling on his chair, in desperation. Our eyes meet, making me want to laugh even more, but I refrain it while he shots me a distressed look. Help me, please he mouths at me and I rest my head on my hand, to hide my laugh.
“It’s not fair, Sky is doing fashion for her project,” Addison says with a pout.
“She is doing the jazz year, it’s important to describe it. We are doing the inquisition, it doesn’t matter how they were dressed,” Drake says calmer than I thought, with a sigh. He passes a hand on his hair, and I realize why he is so clam. He completely gave up. I’m sure that if she asks one more time, he will just agree to shut her up.
“Sky, I can f
