"I hate Mondays," Beatrice groaned as we made our way through the large crowds in school.
"Me too!" I chuckled as I held my books closer to my chest.
Beatrice came to my house yesterday and I ended up telling her everything that happened on Friday night.
She cried her eyes out, blaming herself that she shouldn't have left me all by myself.
I tried to comfort her by telling her it wasn't her fault but she stubbornly disagrees.
She was happy that Lucas had come earlier on time to save me.
I later got to realize how he knew I had a movie night that day, he was the one who tore the letter Charles gave me and he must have seen the ticket where I've kept it in my locker.
I felt bad for calling him a psychopath, but my subconsciousness scolded me that he deserved every outburst of my words
