Anastasia’s POV
We’re doomed.
Miss Moore guided us to the guardhouse and told the guard that we would be sleeping there. There’s only one bed available and we didn’t know how we were able to sleep there.
“Miss Moore, this is too much, I can’t sleep on the floor,” Dylan demanded. Of course, he was born rich as well as to this man beside me, he was frowning like a child.
“It’s your punishment. I don’t give a damn if you’re the university owner’s son, because a rule is a rule,” Miss Moore reminded, firmly.
“What if we get sick here, Miss Moore?” This time it was Lewis who asked. Yeah, let these rich kids speak up. I’m sure they won’t find any comfort here.
“Then I’ll take you to the hospital, don’t worry.” Miss Moore replied, full of sarcasm.
Aly and I chuckled.
“Let’s just sleep to
