I slack towards my car after college, distracted by something someone said in class today. It was a casual comment on Wuthering Heights. A book I have read so many times yet every time I reach a different conclusion as to why they did what they did.
Some random discussion in the class today made me discover about another new possibility. I've almost reached the lot lost in my thoughts. I absentmindedly dive into my bag to fetch my car keys when I bump into someone. What is it with my clumsiness these days? I look up to find an irritated Miley Reed. Oh no!
"I am so sorry! I didn't see you there," I hastily apologize.
"Don't worry about it, I'll choose this any day over the spills of wine I get at parties," she says, surprising me with her response. I was expecting more of a teenage-is
