(Isabella)
Class came to an end with Calvin delivering another assignment. He shot me a knowing look, a silent reminder of his order.
Reluctantly rising to my feet, I began to follow him out of the classroom. Soon, he halted, and I wondered why he had stopped; he appeared to be doing nothing. The moment I caught up with him, he resumed walking, perfectly matching my pace. Was he actually waiting for me to catch up?
There was not a single word between us until we got to his office.
"Why didn't you show up yesterday? I was waiting for you," he said, his tone a mix of concern and annoyance as he sat in his chair.
"What do you want to see me for?" I shot back, taking a seat too,.
"What do you think I want to see you for?" he retorted, holding my gaze with those piercing eyes. I looked a
